A gentle hum emanated from the clearing, its bass drone could be felt deep in my bones. The high grasses and wildflowers had been scythed to make way for the plows and cattle. But just up ahead there was a secret secondary clearing hidden from the uninitiated. There sitting on the soft grass were 6 little structures fashioned from wood, straw, and sun baked bricks. Each was unique in its handcrafted design, resembling little bucolic pagodas.

As I drew nearer the hum was an ever present shiver of reality fluttering on my skin. Little spots drifted lazily about the pagodas entrances, bumping into each other on their lackadaisical journeys. When you got closer you'd see they were bees, some covered in enough pollen coat their entire bodies. Perched upon the various wildflowers they danced in the way only bees can.

The tall grass covered nearly the entire sun now, the walk here taking nearly all afternoon. The slits of sun rays shone as daggers of light upon the shorn grass. Soon the twilight palate of the sky would make these Temple walls alight with stained glass. I was envious of the bees who would get to sleep amongst the stars. But that would be for another day.

Crows, marsh hawks, thrushes, and even a whippoorwill were enchanting the perpetual cicada drone with the melodies of the evening. A distant goat even seeing fit to add its voice to the prairieland choir. A clover got caught in my toes as I turned to leave. It was only a 3 leaf, but I'll find a lucky one soon. But that will be another day.

The grass felt cooler now beneath my feet, maybe it was the mud tracks left by the sleds sucking the heat. I didn't care, in fact it conjured up the memory of brisk autumn air that was surely on its way. My fingers traced the grasses as I strolled back to the house, my feet walking the last tightrope of sunlight.

 I've considered telling my parents about the clearing, but that would mean less honey for me. It'll have to be another day.