Memories

Mornings were always different in Tennessee;

Evenings were always special.

During summer, there were moments where I would just sit and watch the sunset.

I remember the smell right after a thunderstorm.

As the rain slowly stopped, the smell of the grass was strong.

I miss how it looked from my front porch,

Every time the gray clouds moved on the greenish, yellow of the sun, its light would finally break through.

Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever witness the beauty of those evenings again.

-By Kasey Pugh