i huff, brushing back my grown out, brown hair whenever it falls in my face. milking cows is no easy work, and it took me a solid year to get into it. but after living in the country for a long while now, nearly fifteen years, i really pulled it together.

i hear a farmhouse floorboard creak and flutter my eyes back, seeing the city girl staying with us: mika.

what a real beauty…

“heya there, city girl. what’s bringing you’s around?”