Parting Shot

When Spring Meets Summer…

Humid air beating down on our backs. The velocity of the abundance of pollination in our senses. Sweat above our brows and the piercing sun we pray for one second could hide in the shadows of the clouds – all in correlation to the days of when spring is to meet summer. Water stays warm, say the dogs who are searching to cool off. Trucks spotted with flies that are hungry to bite the bovine we just processed moments before. Smoke and manure allure them, making us swat to shoo them away, fanning our skin with a gentle wind. We’ll sleep hard tonight and dream of living it all over again when we wake up. (Photo and description by Jelly Cocanougher)