I love being at work and hearing thunder rumbling along, dragging its heels, going against the will of the wind, because it loves Tennessee's hills and valleys and wants to stay hovering over them a bit longer.
It wants to reflect the gem like green of June trees.
It wants to trace the winding, wiggling path of the Cumberland River Snake.
It wants to cool the scorching heat of the Cicada Summer.
And I'm ok with that.
I'm feeling a bit of purpose welling up in me. Just in time for the big move into the city that runs on music.
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