Friday, May 30, 2008


It's almost midnight. I'm in bed with the windows open so I can hear the rain. I can smell the honeysuckle bush next to the porch, and I can smell all the dead leaves and dirt the rain has stirred up. The neighbor's children are talking on their porch; it's way past their bedtime. I'm going to miss Tennessee.

1 comment:

Mary said...

Tennessee is going to miss you, too. Love you!

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