Longing to Embrace

In the humid heat of a Southern summer that wilts most every living creature, the cotton in the farmer's fields thrives...and begins to stretch. Reaching across wet dirt that just a few weeks ago appeared as a great chasm separating each row from the next. The plants seem to grasp with desire at the neighboring greenery. Like young lovers, longing to embrace across the dusty middles and join in the magical mystery of the birds and the bees. Holding hands in the light of day and dancing with abandon through the moonlit nights. Becoming one....together.

Rows of cotton, that once seemed as separate as the night is from the day, begin to intermingle and intertwine...Changing from a thousand rows to one single field....