"We're just here for the photo," Arthur hissed, trying to look everywhere except at the "raisin man." He hopped off the scooter, his heavy leather jacket and denim jeans feeling like a medieval suit of armor in the ninety-degree heat.
Sunflowers. Thousands of them. Not the polite, single-file rows of a postcard, but a riotous, unkempt army, faces craned eastward like a congregation awaiting a benediction. Their yellow was so loud I could almost hear it—a brass section tuning up under the August sun. I killed the engine and just sat there, the scent of warm pollen and dust filling my helmet. Scooters- Sunflowers And Nudists...
Last Saturday was one of those days.
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