Sitting under a moon lit sky, watching the Spanish Moss sway in the wind. Listening to crickets chirp and lighting bugs flash. The smell of honey suckle fills the air as the stars fill the heavens. Dogs can be  heard barking as they run through the woods some distance away. The smell of apple pie comes from the kitchen giving a reminder that supper is almost ready. The air begins to cool and the night settles in as the sound of a rocking chair creaks on an old wooden porch. Perfection is not achieved, but it comes mighty close. This is what can be found on just about any southern night.