The sounds of summer.
I was writing in the quiet of my backyard when the sounds of summer swept me to lands far, far away.
The incessant buzzing of industrial-sized chainsaws came from a tree-trimming crew working in a neighbor’s yard. Over the sounds of the dueling chainsaws, I could hear male voices communicating loudly with each other, probably relaying a message like, “Look out! The tree limb is headed your way.” Or, “What do you want to get for lunch?”