Nights like the ones we’ve been having lately are made to be savored. Last night was as close to perfect a night as I can remember – not too muggy or buggy. Cool, but warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt. A breeze that rustled the treetops. Light until 9:30, so I could read a book until I had to squint. A hundred lightning bugs hovering and flitting a few feet off the ground. Bats zipping high overhead. Lush grass and garden plants growing toward their peaks. Two dogs exploring the yard quietly (a rarity!) and getting totally befuddled by the lightning bugs.