Summer has been good this year. The light before sunset is warm and soothing, and an hour ride after dinner took me through a series of narrow back roads that hug the tributaries of Spring Creek.
Little hamlets with names like Linden Hall and Axeman straddle the roads that twist and turn with the creek bed. No traffic. Plenty of rain and temperatures in the 80s have filled the fields with the sweet smell of cut hay and fresh manure.
My recent trip to Seattle reminded me of how much I miss the Northwest. This evening reminded me of why I moved back to Pennsylvania.