[There's the scent of an oncoming summertime thunderstorm, and the sound of a
cicada chorus in one of the Summer courtyards - one that which opens up into an expansive
blueberry farm.]
[In the middle of it is an Allen - a girl-Allen, at that - with a bandanna holding her hair back and a bucket at her feet. It's half-full of blueberries.]
[Occasionally, she stops and turns a blueberry over in her hands before popping it in her mouth.]
It's sweet~ I wonder if there's someone who can make jam out of it.