08.14.13 = Summer
"Blue skies and soft wispy clouds drift by on a gentle summer breeze. Hay fields, corn fields and red barns dotting the rolling landscape. Hawks fly higher and higher making lazy circles in the sky. The smell of fresh cut grass on a warm afternoon. Crickets chirp, bee's buzz by and the locust sing to one another in the distant trees. I keep pace with the rhythm of the squeaking rope, tied high up on the tree limb, as I swing in my solitude of summer." k dunlap
