What a beautiful weekend. I just flat-footed it around my neighborhood as the sun was setting and the breeze was sifting through. All I could think was that this weather, this gentleness, is my ideal summertime weather. The unfortunate part is that it tends to be the type of weather that ushers in fall. Fall competes with spring as my favorite season (and it usually wins out due to spring’s fickleness), but I can still feel the crisp air of winter in my bones. I’m not so sure that I want summer to flit away so quickly. If I can enjoy a few weeks of this, though, maybe I won’t complain.