I am so delighted to still hear the evening crickets–they start in August and hang in there until, well, perhaps the first evening frost. I am grateful for their music, as well as I am grateful for so much of the sounds, tastes, and the feeling of summer. I hate to see it go. So, I thought I would share with you this short story that was the result of a prompt given to us in our writing class. The prompt was,
Write a story about a season of the year and include
1.) all five senses and
I hope you enjoy it. May you enjoy the senses of all seasons!