A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees. I turned my head to the serene view above my head. The perfect blue sky backdropping the vibrant green and worn brown of the tree. Suddenly I saw a flash in the corner of my eye in the tree to the right. It was like a brownish, orange ball high up in the branches.
We like to laugh, smile, and write--so this is a mix of our loves, but in a family friendly non-pornographic way.
