I can count the decades now since I was young in the way that children are young those days that were filled with neighborhood games of street hockey on rollerblades the way the dads strung up lights in the trees one year so we could play on into the night red popsicle juice dripping over small chins biking to a neighbor’s house to play the riotous games of ghost in the graveyard that carried on and on into the dark and that distinct feeling of summer on your skin to be showered and clean after a day in the sun wet hair sticking to your back that slick rebirth and fresh pajamas on I can still find that feeling sometimes in the receding afternoon hours of heat retreating and failing sun the visceral imprint the end of long days leave but mostly, like this unannounced it finds me
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I so enjoy your writings; happy you’re sharing these!