It's still warm out. It's the second day of spring at 8pm, and it's still 79 degrees. After work today i got myself a frappe at the only ice cream shop open this early in the season, followed by a self-indulgent trip to the Lowes garden center to pick out lettuce sprouts and primrose. I'm laying on my bed with the windows open listening to my neighbors through their kitchen window. Their small grandchild is visiting and chatting away. He sounds about 3 years old. The birds have quieted from their frenzied frolicking, the sun has set, and my neighbors are cleaning up dinner.
They take a singing teapot off the stove. Their daughter talks with them contentedly. The child just took a bath, and I can smell him from here- that sweet, clean relaxed scent all children have. It hangs in the air like flannel. Comforting and calm. I remember feeling like that... Everything so peaceful.
It's nearly time for bed, so they start packing the car, kids quiet, parents patient, grandparents promising to see them tomorrow. All that's left is the breeze.
It's a good night.
Yes. That. Well put. :)
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