Rose asked. Kent looked at the gentle slope of the field that went to the river that ran through the Larsons’ property. Despite the heat of the day, the wind made it bearable, but even so, he had no idea how Dave and his sons managed to be out in the sun when it was beating down on them. He glanced at the group who was a good way off. They diligently worked together, pounding in each post so they were spaced equally apart. The heat didn’t seem to bother them, but he supposed that was because they were used to it. He turned his attention back to Rose. “It is a nice view.” “This is my favorite spot. I like to come here at least once a week and take time to enjoy it.” Unable to resist the urge to tease her, he asked, “Do you daydream while here?” She offered a playful shrug. “Maybe.” “What do you daydream about?” “Well, sometimes I imagine what it’s like to be a bird so I can see what the river looks like from up in the sky. Sometimes I imagine what it’s like to be a fish swimming in the river.”
