I remember the summer nights of my youth when the real darkness didn’t arrive until well past the first flicker of the streetlights. We would ride our bikes all the way to the edge of the city and use the trail to get us to the dock. Back then there were no danger signs, and though the water was deep, somehow we always made it back to the surface.
© LaRonda Moore
Inspired by the 3 Line Tales Challenge – Week 51
photo by Sean Tan via Unsplash