Hear

I hear hundreds of hooves against the loose dirt. I hear cowboys and wranglers, "Whoa!" "Heeeyyyy now" "Good boy, Barney" "Y'all ready to go?" I hear the laughter of children playing horseshoes in front of their cabins. I hear the long blades of dry grass rubbing against one another as the breeze picks up. I hear meat sizzling and grease popping over the campfire, which is hissing and crackling. I hear glasses clinking together on the patio outside of the bar and a group of middle aged adults say, "To getting away!"