The heat never fizzles.
We sit all, like ducks in a row for anticipating the glare of crackling orange and yellow that cuts the thick humid black and I hear laughter from somewhere behind me, then chants of "more more more" and a grown person steps forward to oblige.
The biting moments give way to to the dulcet, and there it is, eau sucré; " sweets to the sweet " savoring the capacity to sense flavor without worry or anxiety for just a few hours.
sometimes with force
they will pass by quietly and never find place in the archives of the heart's sweet memories.
There is still a little summer left
to be had
Take it, enjoy it! Happy Summer everyone!