The best part of late summer is not the height of the day. It is the evening, when the heat breaks and the sky turns that particular shade of blue. The one that holds on just long enough for one more dinner outside, one more glass of wine, one more weekend by the water.

This is the blue hour. A time for gathering, for stretching the final warm days into long nights, and for letting the boundary between inside and outside fade with the light. 

Savour it while it lasts.