Quiet

After the humidity and heat of the day dissipated, a slight breeze ushered in a perfectly pleasant evening. Nights like this make me think good things. They're indescribably beautiful in a comforting, familiar sense. Fall, winter, and spring call me to the Appalachian foothills, but summer finds me falling in love with the coastal region. Perhaps it's because in some fashion, my mind has been in Guyton for the past three summers.

I walked into the house with grass clinging to my bare feet, and I remembered Hannah and I slinging our grass-covered feet over Granny's utility room sink. We had to wash off before tracking our collection of dirt through the rest of the house. I had forgotten...