His heart finally stopped racing but a headache was nagging him near his right temple. Ryan stopped sobbing as the paramedics quickly arrived to help him out of his mangled convertible. Even though the car had to be towed, he felt okay and declined a ride to an area hospital.
The deadline was looming and the cell phone displayed 2:00am. The final budget analysis had to be completed within the next six hours or additional project funding couldn't be extended until the following quarter. As the newly hired operations manager, Ryan needed to get this daunting task completed without flaws. Even the fourth cup of piping hot coffee wasn't doing enough for him.
Summer ended too quickly. The night air was seasonably cool but pleasantly comfortable. As the full moon sat gloriously in the sky, sounds of crickets filled the town of Ashton. It had personality as well as a reputation too. The town had been able to survive some good times and even the worst of times decades ago.
The winds that day were almost a symphony of blissful perfection. Clouds hung low over the hills, while the beaming sun illuminated Friendship Lake. The gust of crisp autumn air made empty rocking chairs sitting on serene porches move wickedly back and forth.