July 6, 2021

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Cranky from the sultriness, when the wind gives it up like an overtired child and finally lays down on its balmy sheet at sunset (it’s last puff a hushed goodnight kiss), time clocks out for the day and proceeds to ripen into the sweetest of stillness’s. With only the occasional bullfrog bowing their cellos and Veery’s scaling their flutes, the sun slides into the horizon with such profound silence that if you weren’t looking you would never know it happened.