It's been a strange summer. Lots of rain, coming down is sheets. Like dimes and nickles, pelting the earth, the grass, the flowers. And it doesn't cool off, it stays humid. It's like backwards rain- steaming from the ground up.
Last night, before the thunder rolled in and the heavens opened up, me and the boys played with some sparklers. It was magical. Two little sprites, running in the dark, golden sparks flying. They squealed and laughed.
It was over too soon. Goodnight, my sweet boys. Love you.