The nights are getting warmer

 The nights are getting warmer…

and the fun moves outside.

Screens get forgotten,
and childhood finds its way back
to something simpler.

Bare feet on pavement.
Laughter in the air.
The kind of joy
you can’t bottle up.

We sit on the porch,
watching it all unfold…

the kind of magic
only grandchild can bring. 

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