We sat out on the porch and enjoyed maybe summer's last popsicles from the ice cream man. . .
Big eyes and big drips. . .
that one birdies
with SpongeBob popsicles in two little fists and sweet, sticky smiles.
And, as the crickets sang the day into darkness. . .and the stars began to wake from their day-long slumber. . .
my boys, barefoot and giggling. . . chased through the yard, invisible light sabers clashing. . .
vzzsshhh. . . vzzsshhh. . . vzzsshhh. . .
and someone would fall to the ground with a blaaaa. . . until fixed in the shop and running once again. . .