The enjoyment of sitting in the dark on a front porch swing on a breezy summer night, and recognizing the smell of the rain that was headed our way. The peaceful, rhythmic sounds of trees frogs and "katy-dids", and the seemingly infinite little lights of the lightening bugs. This was my summer, growing up... Oh to be able to repeat those days. But we all know how that goes... So I hold the lantern.
I know you won't mind my saying that your descriptive writing is as poetic as your poetry. Thank you for taking me down 'memory lane' on the Saturday morning and we hope you will come back to Amy's Place regularly!