Photo A.M. Moscoso

The sound of thunder,

the crackle of logs in the fireplace

Bing Crosby singing  “Silver Bells”

take me back to a time in my life

when the world was full of spectacular adventures

scraped knees, my favorite songs playing on a transistor radio

and monsters only came out at night

when the moon was full and the world smelled like caramel apples.

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