Antique Summers
I dream of a summer that now feels antique.
Memories of glistening lakes and running through a wooden cottage that smelt of lilacs and freshly grown mint.
My toes always dirty of a mixture of mud and sand leaving tracks everywhere my feet took me.
Days spent swimming, making contests out better lungs and testing bravery to see who could touch deep murky floors.
Catching snapping turtles and Polka-dotted frogs as insects flew above our heads, honey bees buzzed, misquitos bit, and the dragonflies danced together in the light summer breeze.
Evenings were spent in front of a small crackling fire, hands sticky with marshmallow and chocolate as we told imaginative stories.
Sometimes, If we were lucky, the night would bring the fireflies. The beautiful blink of neon green dazzled my eyes leaving me mystified.
Leaving was onerous.
My heart burned as I saw the lake dissappear, leaving behind the cool dirt road and stepping on to the hot pavement.
That cottage had felt like home and those wildlife were my long lost friends.
I swore to myself that I'd come back to this magical place one day, even if it was just through memory lane.
By: AR.
~ Sorry again! It's not all about dragonflies but this contest kinda brought back some memories of when I was a kid, so I thought maybe I'd share it.