Summer Nights

But wanting to stay outdoors into the wee hours of the night

Enjoying conversation and the silent sway of luscious tree branches

and a faint background rustle of the leaves

Walking barefoot along the canal, sandals in one hand, ice cream cone in the other, telling each other stories of your chidhood

Watching the stars while laying in the grass in the park

Feeling like child in your relentless need to be outside, wanting to milk every single drop of summer,

 remembering your mother shouting at you to come in bed for bedtime

While you sat on the patio with your friends, hugging your scraped knees,with no rhyme or reason but the pure joy of being

And the cool breeze against your sunburned skin

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