An endearing classic of childhood memories of an idyllic midwestern summer from the celebrated author of 'Farenheit 451'.
"He stood at the open window in the dark, took a deep breath and exhaled.
The street lights, like candles on a black cake, went out.
He exhaled again and again and the stars began to vanish.
Douglas smiled. He pointed a finger.
There, and there. Now over here, and here…
Yellow squares were cut in the dim morning earth as house lights winked slowly on. A sprinkle of windows came suddenly alight miles off in dawn country.
'Everyone yawn. Everyone up.'"