Other than the annoying mosquitos, it's a peaceful night out.

   The moon is barely visible, a tiny slit in the sky, or what my Papaw used to call, "God's fingernail" because it literally looks like the tip of a giant fingernail.

   I think about him a lot. I miss him, but I don't, if that makes sense. More as I miss being able to talk to him in person, seeing his smile and hearing his laughter. And he was the only person out of my family that ever really called to check up on me without want...