Evenings are free. You wander the fields smoking some of the weed your cousin grows. Something about the countryside energizes you. The fresh air often with a smell of burned wood smoke. The sounds of thousands of insects. Coyotes baying in the dark of night. Chilling loud outbursts of owls. Other mysterious animal and bird sounds all night. The wind filtered through the plants of the fields sounds like the ocean. Cousin Dell's Milo and asparagus and cotton fields are thriving. The corn fields across from his land are over your head now. You get lost in there wandering around listening to your mp3 player. Great times. You love these peaceful nights. You have forgotten all about your website. You just don't care for the web nowadays.