oh, that kind of an evening!

It's the kind of a warm hazy summer evening where it seems almost a desecration not to be in the countryside. The kind of an evening where I long to be lying under a hedgerow by a river, watching the first stars come out and hearing the silence behind the splashing of the water and the gentle song of the birds. It's the kind of an evening when my eyes get misty and I think about a long time ago.