Last night I had one of those perfect DC summer moments: cooking shrimp on the grill for some pasta, a beer in my hand, the smoke of the grill combining with the citronella coming off my torches, fireflies flitting and flirting amongst the hedges. That damp heat in the air, the feel of sandal leather under my feet, and sizzle of the shrimp was enough to relax me wholly, and rejoice in the simple joys of summer: barbeque, beer, and life out on the porch.
Even though today feels like soup outside, I may find myself cooking with fire on the back porch and sweating it up with a cold beer in my hand on the back porch, just to enjoy that summer moment again.
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