3 July 2017
The asphalt is warm beneath my bare feet.
Dark, deep and blue is the night sky, no clouds crowd the stars.
The bugs around you and I, chirp and croak and buzz.
And yet, a smile takes over your face as you stare into the moon, that blurry moon.
Fireworks far off pop and sizzle and crack. My heart thumps in my chest, so grateful, forever grateful.
A warm wind blows my frizzy hair into my eyes.
Your giggles fill the air. 'our oven broke,' you whisper to me, laughing at the inside joke.
The glass pan in my gloved hands feels warm.
My feet find grass that somehow has cooled.
The dirt, still damp from the last rain, sticks to my heels as I walk with the extra weight.
The chocolate smell fills the night air now as we reach our neighbor's door.
You reach out, your small freckled fist finding the window. 'our oven broke.'
Dark, deep and blue is the night sky, no clouds crowd the stars.
The bugs around you and I, chirp and croak and buzz.
And yet, a smile takes over your face as you stare into the moon, that blurry moon.
Fireworks far off pop and sizzle and crack. My heart thumps in my chest, so grateful, forever grateful.
A warm wind blows my frizzy hair into my eyes.
Your giggles fill the air. 'our oven broke,' you whisper to me, laughing at the inside joke.
The glass pan in my gloved hands feels warm.
My feet find grass that somehow has cooled.
The dirt, still damp from the last rain, sticks to my heels as I walk with the extra weight.
The chocolate smell fills the night air now as we reach our neighbor's door.
You reach out, your small freckled fist finding the window. 'our oven broke.'
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