“T’aint easy sweetie” she said drolly. “Tryin’ to hang on and let go at the same time.” Her voice was tinged with salt chips and her long legs propped up on the kitchen table. The farmhouse windows looked out onto a horizon of grass and garden. It had been a spring day turned abruptly into summer longing.
bourbon with wild mint
before dusk disappears
a sudden downpour
ag ~ 2014