Summer slices of joy

Sit by a crackling fire  and inhale the woodsy, smokey smell  of summer in the suburbs. Faces illuminated by glowing flames and smiles Wary outreaches of plump marshmallows  on fallen tree limbs.  Rotate rotate rotate Sloooooowwwly Minds can be read,  This time, I will achieve that perfect golden crust. Let the music of the crackling