I'd Have a Good Time on the Porch Swing

The humidity was dropping, the stickiness that had made my limbs feel heavy and weary was gone. I'd sit back and press my toes against the wooden floorboards and swing and listen. Sometimes I brought my book, though I often found myself distracted by the changing color of the sky at sunset. The corn out in the far field was so high that sometimes I could only make out the points of antlers in the dusk,. And I would try to imagine how many were in the herd.