It's 8:20 p.m. and everything in Atlanta is quite nice

I just looked out the window and saw a guy and I assume his maybe 3 year old daughter. She had her dad's Braves cap on, which kept falling off her head and an orange plastic bat. He tossed her the plastic ball which she let land next to her (she's a lefty) and then took a great golf swing, popping it ten or so feet each time. They were always hooks or slices because she came off of the bat with her left hand. She has promise though, nice fluid swing.

Just about the end of twilight and to my mind Spring in Atlanta is quite nice.