We rode our bikes to a little downtown-y area near us last night. When we left the house, it was warm - hot, almost - with the sun bright and the magic time of evening near. After parking our bikes, we sat outside on the porch and shared a pitcher of beer and chicken sandwiches drenched in wing sauces. It was amazing. I can't tell you the last time I drank that much beer, but it was fun to act so carefree and feel like the night was ours. By the time we left the patio, the sun was gone and the twinkling lights along the streets made the night feel calm and welcoming. We walked down for frozen yogurt - a mix of vanilla, peanut butter cup, and cookies and cream for me, with a sprinkling of heath bar and a few chocolate-covered marshmallows. Then, we rode home. Our bike lights cut through the night as we rode the short distance on nearly empty streets. It was chilly, and it felt like fall was just around the corner, which it is. I wish everyday could be Saturday and that our days could keep being just like this.