What are 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