Fri Jun 1, 2018 @ 12:42

I know not what song she sang. Her voice and ukulele chords carried from across the valley. It mixed harmoniously with the choral laughter of those in some hidden camp behind the nearby ridge. I like to think it was a happy love song about the early euphoric stages of love. It makes me wish I had a little whiskey to sip and share with this sunset. Jim Beam perhaps, for few flavors call out in the voice of summer like Jim.