Have you ever noticed that the sunset is usually significantly more exciting and colorful on an evening after a storm? I suppose I could just be making that up or dreaming it, but I think that it is true. When the clouds break up and the sun gets low in the sky the golden color really shows through. Summer evenings here in Maine are almost always pretty spectacular, but on a night like tonight, after two days of bad weather, it seems like there is nothing better.
Here at camp the light streams through over the mountains in the distance and the river, then through the tall pine trees that line the high bank, and across the field. I don’t think you could ask for a better backdrop and lighting when we walk out of dinner and then as it gets later in the evening and taps get played. The silence and stillness during those moments when everyone in camp stops to listen to the bugle is quite magical. If you have never had the opportunity to stop each evening, reflect on the day and listen to the floating melody of taps on the bugle (especially when played by a great camper) then you should. I suppose it is kind of an American thing, but I would imagine that anyone from anywhere would appreciate it.
The evening after a day or more of rain is also special because kinds want to be out and enjoy the remnants of the day. We take advantage of every moment of daylight that we can get, but the games and activities that get played are much more interesting than those during the course of a regular day. Little pickup games of anything as long as the equipment is out and available. It is a tim when everyone is actually in camp together and there are enough people around to get a decent game going.
Evenings are always a peaceful time. Sure, sometimes we get a little hyper, or we have a dance night, but for the most part, it is one of the best times of day. The world cools off (most of the time), people relax, and this is when the bonds of great friendships show. Everyone has a friend and everyone hangs out together. It is a beautiful time that hopefully everyone stops to appreciate sometimes. You don’t have to be in a special place like camp to stop and appreciate the summer evenings. It might have a slightly different effect if you live in a city, but I would imaging that if you stop and reflect, it is pretty similar.