A Neighborhood Sunset

Evenings looked like this when the days slowed and the neighborhood just… breathed.

The light lingered a little longer

Some things were finished up

Everything felt calmer

You could see it in the windows

Nobody rushed

The sun slipped away

The streets grew quieter

And the night came in slowly

See the sun, smell the air

Fun is coming

All the children laugh and play

Pick a flower, smell the rain

If you hold real still and look real far

You will see a rainbow, and maybe a star

The pot of gold is yours to discover

In that pot, you can guess

Is whatever you want

Only the best, I would guess

While my hair was the brightest red and cut straight across my forehead

I played behind the picket fence, pulling flowers for hours

Awaiting the mischief that was mine alone

Without dislike or suspicion

Until I got caught

And I would start over again

Blessings, dear friends,