Saturday, June 19, 2010

the thick, sweet smell of freshly cut grass...

...the pleasant sound of crickets chirping, a whippoorwill calling from the woods, finding faces and creatures in the poufy pink and periwinkle clouds, a milky white moon suspended, as it were, in the dusky sky, fireflies dancing in the cooling air, a frog hopping across my foot, making me screech with surprise - all this is a summer evening.

2 comments:

Jacob said...

you need to give us camp feedback as soon as possible.

Anonymous said...

Sounds lovely... :)

the H