The Humble Night Calls Again

by papa55mike

A boy of summer smiles at the setting sun while smelling the fresh-cut grass. He mowed his grandparent's lawn earlier today. The young man notices the sunset radiate through the willows, scattering patches of orange along the porch, tinting the windows, and then carpeting the street. It changes the last moments of the day into an evening of hope.

He steps off the porch into the coming night when the first firefly, searching for his friends, rises in the air. A mockingbird blasts his final calls for the night unless the moon is full. A Robin wanders by in her final quest for worms to feed her young. Her search will resume at daybreak. Several dogs bark down the street, waiting for the scraps from the dinner table. Headlights pierce the coming darkness, creating different shadows along the road.

Voices penetrate his mind when two young girls stroll down the street, talking about the boys they've kissed this summer. Sadly, none of them was him. A rabbit suddenly scampers through the shadows, seeking the white clover flowers left behind by the mower.

The trees fade to black silhouettes against the now-purple sky, and his thoughts turn to the end of summer. Images of him dancing through the playful days with his friends, John, Anthony, and Carl. Remembering the fear they defeated during the wistful nights. That monster Bass he caught, and watching him swim back into the depths of the pond. Great memories that will take many years to fade.

But summer is not quite over - familiar voices beckon him to new wonders, delights, and the joy of living.

The humble night calls again.

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The precious summer memories of a young man.

The Humble Night Calls Again

by papa55mike

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