Above my head a rumpled, gray blanket of clouds.
Beneath my feet the crunch of gravel.
Bats flutter in the gaps between the trees, held aloft by papery-thin wings.
Dragonflies buzz by, dipping and diving around the bats.
The air is filled with the buzz of katydids hiding in the woods.
Lightning bugs flicker in the undergrowth, their heavy abdomens bob and weave between illuminations.
This is summer in the Carolinas.