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