Saturday night I took my sister up to Brigham to pick up her car then I took the highway home. I don’t drive it as much anymore since my parents don’t live up that way. It was dusk. There was the ending of a beautiful sunset and I rolled my windows down and turned up the radio. It was a great drive home. It smelled like summer: grass, trees, sprinklers, even the herd of elk on the highway. I usually list summer as my least favorite season because I don’t like the really hot days and everything dries up, but summer nights like that one are actually pretty glorious.