I remember feeding pigeons white bread in the park during the day. Sun shines down. Trees are swaying. 

Then Dawn…

Late night game of tag and hide-seek.

Weekends were for late-night talking in the garage. 

Air humid engulfs us as the garage door opens. We rather stay in- for a moment.

The garage was safe-kept our secrets.

Mosquitoes joined in as they sucked our skin. Mosquitoes did not bother us. It did not bother me.

Sweat hits me, distractions not needed.

Let’s run in the dark- that’s what I did.

Brazen carried me.

Young and restless, I’ll be. Because Summer is here, Summer is not yet over-until the cold creeps in.