Thursday, February 28, 2013

Oak Ridge

Sitting on my porch back there in the South, the humid but comforting air seemed to embrace me. Those warm breezes would dance the soothing smell of hickory beneath my nose. Reclining there with my ice-cold sweet tea watching the kids chasing the fireflies was like a glimpse of heaven. Closing my eyes, I would let the greetings of the cicada and the giggling of my kids in pursuit of their elusive prey melt away the stresses of my day. Oh how I yearn to return.

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