Y'all come back now ya hear?
The twangs of the dueling bakos wage musical war on my ear drums, as the roasting of fresh meat cause my mouth to salivate, the musky smell of drying and crackling wood is inhaled, and its a part of me. The world here is simple, and fast, slow and easy going. I sip the beer grasped in my oil stained fingers, the condensation dripping down my palm. Jesus save me, save my soul. The blue jays and swallows sing a symphony rivaling any man made opera. Sun shining on my face, its lighting my soul. There and here, here and there, I exist in this moment, the smoke permeates my being, smoking my soul, like the finest venison jerky. Jesus its good to be home.