Crop

If I close my eyes, I know it is possible to swim in the golden crops swaying in the summer air. It is divine.

Cherry Tree

The night air was warm even when the stars sparkled brightly high above. He snuggled comfortably against the cherry tree and watched the shooting stars moving past the constellations. The Orion’s Belt shone exceptionally bright tonight. He closed his eyes for a second to listen to the distant chirping of crickets. Their chorus became his nighttime concert, and ...