The first half of our day is sunshine and a breeze that smells like summer.
As the afternoon approaches, the sky folds over itself, leaving the light as dim as dusk. All feels quieter and softer than before.
The thunder begins, rolling in and out. Hours going by.
When the clouds collide, making their barreling voices heard, we stop, holding our breath through the impact. We look to each other, checking in, listening into the heavy silence that follows, wondering if the earth has shifted.
And then we continue on, making our way through the season's delivery of strawberries.
