A beautiful Midsummer's night.

I had intended to take a walk down to the river to see the sunset, but this failed due to the fact that I was too slow about it (despite taking my bike) and that the sun didn't set anywhere near the river.

Despite these shortcomings in my plan, tonight was one of the best evenings I've spent here. The temperature and breeze were a delight, and even without a spectacular sunset, it was beautiful by the water. I watched a small flotilla of ducks make their way down the river, occasionally harassed by the crazy goose that inhabits the Old Wharf's parking lot. A Blue Heron was perched on the floating dock, and the way it kept an eye on me suggested that I worried it more than the avian commotion. Some Canada Geese, either resident or thoroughly lost, stretched their wings and preened on the dock in complete disregard for the whole bunch.

I didn't want to leave, but the wind was picking up and with it, some clouds were systematically invading the sky, hiding a waxing crescent moon. As I turned to leave, I saw the lights of the pavillion all ablaze, presumably for some later occasion, and it made me consider how nice it would be to live by the water. The fireflies dancing in the park and over every lawn on the way home were a constant reminder of how much I love this time of year. I wanted to stay out forever tonight... but I guess I'll have to settle for the memory.

Ah, Midsummer.