Summer time

Sitting out in the night heat. Feeling that warm summer breeze blowing in my ear. I look at the sky and remember how it felt to be young. When school’s out and summer break had kicked into swing. Everybody couldn’t wait for night time on the block. The scorching heat had gone away and that nice breeze set in. Kids riding bikes and girls double butching on the sidewalks. We’d fill up water balloons and throw them at each other for that refreshing relief of cold water spraying your skin. 

Laughter filling the streets while the street light lets out a glow. It felt good to be young and still carefree from all of life’s problems for a moment. Just running for what felt like no reason while playing ditch um. But really it was just to let off all that energy you had built up all day relaxing.

I can still hear my momma yelling out the window for one of us to bring her something. The kids telling jokes and calling names not to be mean but just for fun. I would always climb the tree in the front yard to disappear and just soak in the vibe. It’s summer time again and it doesn’t feel like it did then. I wish I could go back just for a while so I could enjoy it one more time. 
C L Cunningham

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