From Pat Davids,
The evening, silky warm and sultry, is made bearable by the breeze that bends the branches to and fro and rustles through the restless leaves. Cicadas whirr while lighting bugs flit and flash across the lawn.
For a moment my heart is drawn back to the days when I chased those little lamps across the soft green grass and gathered them together in a jelly jar glass. My hand cupped the top and kept them in. They tickled my palm in search of freedom.
Tonight my worries and pain are far away...for a little while. Tonight my granddaughter's laughter floats in the air as she catches fairies. For a tiny, magic moment on this summer’s eve, I am young again, too. Laughing, I peer at the memories of other happy summer nights, captured like this one, forever in the jelly jar glass of my mind.
Share with us some of your favorite summer nights, real or imaginary.
