The weather was hot and humid. The air hazy and thick. The Sun was setting before the horizon in a dull red ball. The sky was bland with little color. Kind of dirty looking. I was about to give up when I noticed a plaque on the back of the bench I was sitting on. It read:
From the slope on the hill, I gaze upon the lake below
Peaceful, lonesome, and still
As the evening sun shines down
The bench was dedicated In Loving Memory of Raymond and Lillian McCloskey. Suddenly, the view got a lot better.