I found a field of black-eyed susans today. They danced in the wind, as if in a cabaret, their seedheads in various states of undress and their petals blushing crimson. As I stood above them, I felt the cloud of humid heat they radiated, almost oppressive in the midst of our drought. The fearless flyers paid me no mind as I explored the immodest susans with them, while they all danced for the sun.
