• 2r55_41vis 11w

    Summer days

    The afternoon was golden.
    Rays of brilliant setting sun wafted through the fragrant air
    The sunlight faded away, leaving the lights to the glowing fireflies
    Our windows were illuminated, yet not a soul was inside
    The clustered around the grill, and laughed into the night.
    The next morning
    The scent that carried was home cooked waffle
    The maple syrup was warm, and the toughness of the waffle succumbed quickly
    My mother's smile as the looked out the window into the sunrise
    In the afternoon
    We played ball
    And all my friends came to join
    Then, as evening fell, we prepared to start it all again