Summer nights at the cabin are my favorite.
It's light outside until late into the evening. Even truck rides around the countryside, when it really should be bedtime, seem like a good idea.
Skipping rocks on the lake with Dad ...
Hunting for bugs and carrying weeds around like long-lost treasures.
Hands and clothes covered in dirt. Skin, sticky, with sweat and sunscreen.
Summertime and the lake go together like peanut butter and jelly.
There's no place else I'd rather be.