Blue Sky

On the way home the sky was child like blue. Blue enough to make you dream. Blue enough to make you remember when the days seemed long and Christmas even further away. When the neighborhood was full of laughter. Children were able to roam the streets. The sound of the ice cream truck caused a frenzy for the coins underneath the sofa cushions. The sound of the screeching screen doors announced the mothers calling their children in. Days like this made you wish the sun never had to leave. Made you regret growing up.