Fireflies begin to shine,
as the pale sherbet sky fades to navy blue.
Laughter is heard from backyards, as little toddler's fingers,
reach for the glittering bugs.
Bare feet are running through the cool, green grass.
Tennis balls are hurled,
Diving and twisting to dodge them.
Ice clinks against sweaty glasses,
and cold water is gratefully consumed.
I missed you.