I can still hear those magical tones all these years later.
Just about 7:30 every night, while the sun was just starting
to set. In fact, the sound brings with it a vision nearly as strong,
one of orange and pink skies and lengthening shadows and baseball games heard through open windows and the staccato rhythm of sprinklers on mowed lawns.
Every night another fleeting moment of magic before the magic inevitably goes away.The magic of being a child on a Summer's evening.