Last Friday night Back Seat Girl and I were walking home from the neighborhood pizza place. It was just the two of us, we had gotten separated from the rest of our group. We were walking up a hill on our street and the sun was getting low on the horizon. It illuminated all of the bugs flying from tree and tree and bush to bush. I noticed this after we had seen two ant cities that were teeming with millions of ants, with more ants flying overhead.
I thought to myself "Man, late August is a disgusting time of year".
BSG inhaled sharply, stopped walking, and looked ahead of her with awe. "Mom, look at all the magic!".
Suddenly late August didn't seem so bad.