Lying belly-up on the prickly hay, my hair let go, tangled in the strands, I stare up at the sky, every detail of it as vivid as the black fence against the yellowing grass. The sound of wind whistling through one ear and out the other, taking my thoughts with it. Now due to my Ipod being temporally touchy with my usual music, I'm enjoying some banjo music while making posters for the various key club can drives going on. Thanksgiving is just around the corner and with it comes family, friends, and food. It can't get much better than this.