till the sun sets

it's summer already because we see the lightning bugs fill up the field. every now and then we'd see a glimmer and we'd remember the times when we used to catch them and cry whenever they died the next day. we try to capture our childhood again. swings and the smell of rusty metal on your palms. the seats are too small for us now but it doesn't matter. the higher we go, the better we feel, the more we laugh. we are not adults. we are still children. at least for now.