Summer in the swamp is hot and humid. Mosquitoes that can carry you away. The smell of peat so heavy it pulls the air right out of your chest. This is where I thrive; among the things of the swamp. The sound of the swamp after the sun goes down is like an orchestra playing the song of mother nature. Red eyes reflecting the moonlight light up the water like some kind of living light show. This is the place I like to go and think. Where do you do your best thinking? Where do you like to go ( even if it’s just in your head) and get the noise out of your mind and find clarity?