Saturday, June 11, 2016

Every day in June #10

We rode out past the roadblock again, over the newly constructed bridge and into the sort-of country. New mown hay in cylindrical bales, scattered across the field as though tossed at random by a giant throwing bread crumbs. The smell of fresh cut lawns and people cooking their burgers on the grills beside the baseball fields.The sign in front of the elementary school beyond the park said "Have a great summer!"  On the way back in, I heard the first cicada of the season.

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