Fireflies
Honeysuckle was blooming. The sweet perfume hanging in the air, as we sat on our porch on one of our slow, Southern nights. It was May, but Spring had bypassed and we felt the heaviness
Honeysuckle was blooming. The sweet perfume hanging in the air, as we sat on our porch on one of our slow, Southern nights. It was May, but Spring had bypassed and we felt the heaviness