Instructions

There is a need to tell who might be listening. The horizon is patches of amber straw and evergreen brush. They are waiting to listen to what is being planned. They will be on the edge of the farm just down from the lake.
The matches are being lined up on the kitchen table.
They must listen.
Jars, ropes, bees and bails of hay are loaded into the barn.
The distant fields roll gently out the passenger window. The world is covered with grey skies. The rain slowly begins to touch the lake as they wait in time and listen for instructions.