Don't you love that the days are getting longer and longer, and it's eight o'clock and it's still light outside? It makes me think about England and Norway and those northern extremes, where nights are spent outside under pine trees, by the sea, looking at pink sunsets, swimming amidst phosphorescence. I wish my father were here for supper, my mamma too. We're having lamb chops and potatoes with mint and buttery butternut squash and Chablis. We're sitting outside and listening to the birds, who refuse to go to bed, rather like me.