The First Day of Summer

The first day of summer.

Brings joy to most, the start of carefree breezes and long talks and bonfires. Our bonfire died in March. Took our smores and hid them in our pockets, to last till a final summer night. But the marshmallows turned hard, chocolate turned stale. The first day of summer you said you’re not craving sweets this season. I checked the expiration date on the graham box:

Best Before You Fall Too Hard.

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