My perfect evening has a slow and easy pace; it's filled with the song of birds and tinged by a silvery blue horizon. As the day winds down, my hopes and dreams return when there's a refreshing breeze across my shoulders, a pot of soup on the stove, the voice of loved ones nearby, my beloved dog by my side. These simple pleasures have a way to revive my spirit, so that I can greet the softly glowing stars with a soul free of anguish, a heart full of love, and a head full of dreams. And for me, it's these simple things that make life worthwhile. I don't know what your perfect evening is, friend, but I wish it for you. May the first star you see tonight bring you the simple pleasures of a perfect evening that fills you with hope and rekindles your dreams for tomorrow.