Another southern summer has finally begun. Beads of sweat glisten like pearls in the sun. Days so hot and heavy with heat. The wind that blows brings no relief. I know of a place that is nice and cool. But it's not an ocean or even a pool. It's a river the shade of whiskey where the water flows. Where time stands still and a cool breeze blows. The riverbank sand is the color of gold, and to my eyes it is a sight to behold. When the sun goes down and day turns to night, the fireflies come out to dance in the moonlight. Frogs and crickets sing in perfect harmony, a southern summer song, a sweet melody.