8/11: end-of-summer air

Chris and I both went kayaking this evening, and we were out on the lake a little later than usual.  The air was soft and kind as we were paddling; by the time we were heading home I could feel a coolness, the kind of reminder that it's the end--not beginning nor middle--of summer.  Of course, it's Arkansas and we could be having hot weather well into October, but for this evening it felt like Augusts I grew up with in Pennsylvania.

And here's tonight's sunset: