You Don’t Need to be a Weatherman

Lincoln opened the cab door of the tractor, stood on the seat, and leaned out supporting himself on the door. ‘God damnit, Kyle’ he exclaimed. His shorts and t-shirt swayed in the breeze as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead. ‘I don’t understand’ replied Kyle, perched on top of the cab, laptop in… Continue reading You Don’t Need to be a Weatherman