childhood....

Glancing outside my office, I'm greeted by the dreary, dismal streets, glistening with the reflection of streetlights in the light rain, the darkness creeping at the early four o'clock hour. Suddenly my mind transports me back twenty years to the mid-summer days when the sun shone until far into the evening, fireflies danced on the air thick with humidity and the breeze was delectably tinged with the savory flavor of happiness. I envision myself and my brothers skipping around on our old slate patio, dancing to the tune of childhood with deliciously cold Popsicles dripping from our hands. I can hear the far-away drone of a plane flying overhead and the light chorus of birds chirping.
With a deep sense of longing, a part of me craves to return to then... A time of carefree delight, absolute glee and the notion of forever remaining in that era of endless summer. Flashlight tag and riding bikes through the meandering paths in the woods, backyard picnics and an untamed imagination.
To return to a time when our greatest fear was to be bored.