There’s a certain child-like excitement that overboils when I realize it’s eight o’clock and the the sun is still casting it’s energy onto the face of the Earth.  The alarm of the streetlights calling kids home to bed is delayed for a time.  People who slave away indoors have daylight greet them when they step out from under the daily burden of toil and strife.  Sirius is approaching and those dog days will soon be once again.