Saturday, May 31, 2008

Bugs.

Summer in the Ozarks means flies in the kitchen, ants on the counters, mosquitos on the front porch. Frogs sing songs and the air smells like charcoal and freshly mowed grass. Nothing but hip-hop and punk rock anthems on my stereo. It's about goddamn time.

1 comment:

Sabina England, Playwright said...

i love love LOVE summers in the midwest. It's like almost magic.