Summer Nights

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

There is no better feeling than sitting around the fire with friends on a cool summer’s eve.

Laughter in the air, smiles on all our faces as we lift the slick glass bottles of pop to our lips.

Lounging in chairs of all shapes and sizes, some sitting much too low to be comfortable, spraying bug spray and cooking Nathan’s over the flames.

The only light provided by the stars in the sky and the fire in the middle of our circle.

My mind focused on the here and now, blissfully content with the people I love.

Nothing is better than this.