There's one more week of summer, but it's supposedly going to rain everyday this week. Which means that tonight is the last summery night. Which means that it's time for "Speak Low."
This lilting melody was written in 1943, and it makes me so very happy that I can't help but smile every time I hear it. It makes me think of those lovely summer nights when even the coolest of evening breezes is warm and fireflies are twinkling and the air smells like wild roses...
But if every night was this way, we wouldn't appreciate the loveliness of the perfection that comes about in June, now would we?
Farewell, summer evenings.
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