Thursday January 2

things

Things I miss from the summers of my childhood...

Popping tar bubbles on an oozing sun-scorched street.

Frigid water dripping from a soaked bathing suit, creating puddles at my feet.

Waiting with a dollar in my hand for the chime of the encircling ice cream truck.

Running in figure-eights at dusk, chasing fireflies around the yard, bottling them for a night-light.

Crickets.