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.
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