with the windows down is the only way to smell the passing world and feel the heat give way to the cool of night. There is music in the air, there always is, and Stillwater is beautiful as the shops close and darkness takes back the streets. I wonder sometimes, if heaven may be partly like this, cool sunny evenings and music on the boulevard. Who knows? Yet I can smell everything that goes past my car, the river, sleepy Bayport, cooking and firecrackers, grass in the night, and everything is good.