There's No Leaving Now - The Tallest Man on Earth

It is not merely heard, but experienced.
The sunset casts a canopy of oranges and reds and purples across the porch.
The evening humidity makes her shirt stick to her chest,
highlighting the contour of her breasts
while the beads of sweat sparkle from her neck and disappear down the front of her shirt.
Condensation from a glass of sweet tea trickles off the edge of the glass
while its contents cools his lips.
The plaines are calm with a mist so delicate that only
the crickets in the distance dare disturb it with their song.
They sit there without speaking.
They just listen, each tapping their foot slightly out of time with one another,
heads lightly bobbing in the same fashion.