Mulling at the brink of the water, s'more in one hand, camera in the other
Fire popping and smoking fifteen or twenty strides behind
And the cool breeze whispering through the grapefruit tinged atmosphere.
Tonight happiness smells like lake weeds and the wafting scent of one more round of hamburger patties.
Later, when the sun sinks beneath the rising city skyline,
Silent fireworks set off at the far distant pier are completed by a new soundtrack--
Muffled laughter and soft conversation
As I find myself no longer alone at the water's edge.
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