-pred-274- A Beautiful Memories During Summer V... 🎯

We sat on the splintering wooden dock, our feet dangling over the edge. The water below had turned from green to molten gold, reflecting the dying sun. My little brother, Leo, who had spent the entire week complaining about the lack of Wi-Fi, was silent. He was watching a heron stalk the shallows, its legs moving with the patience of a saint.

The salt crusted on my skin like tiny diamonds, and the sun had painted my shoulders a shade of pink that promised to peel by morning. It was the last evening of our summer vacation, and for the first time in two weeks, no one was in a hurry. -PRED-274- A beautiful memories during summer v...

Later, we let the fireflies go. They scattered into the dark, indistinguishable from the stars that were just beginning to pepper the sky. We sat on the splintering wooden dock, our

We didn’t talk about school starting. We didn’t talk about the drive home. We just listened. The click-click of the neighbor’s wind chimes. The distant thrum of a motorboat cutting through the sound. The soft, wet slap of a crab scuttling under the dock. He was watching a heron stalk the shallows,