Pop! Goes the small cap on the lighter fluid before he sprinkles the kerosene on the dark carbon rocks. He strikes the match for the black bowl leading to a combustion of flames. The flames cradle the smell of summer to the top of my lip and I breathe in deeply the initiation of summer
I sit with my feet buried in the sand that still holds the warmth of the sun that settled under the horizon. My other two friends sidebar on topics I choose to not partake in. Not that it didn’t interest me, I just prefer to marvel in the moment.
I smell the dark colored sea reflecting the open skies that avails the moon and the stars. Plentiful it is tonight. A circle of rocks margins the small fire created by me.
The moment is enhanced like a drug with music. Songs of the night that heightened my sense of well being where everything became aromatherapy.
Now I dance on the movable ground to the joyous of the many songs accompanied by nostalgia. I rip my two friends apart and we spin each other around and around then fall to the ground. Laughing hysterically at life and just being alive.
I got back up to dance with the waves and the salty ocean breeze.
Summer is here.