As I swayed gently in a dusty hammock at my campsite somewhere off the Logging Road trail of Pendarvis Farm at the recent Pickathon festival, the sky began its nightly shift from blue to purple to black.
As I swayed gently in a dusty hammock at my campsite somewhere off the Logging Road trail of Pendarvis Farm at the recent Pickathon festival, the sky began its nightly shift from blue to purple to black.