Q3
THE NOCTURNAL ISSUE
98
MICKEY DEES The stillness of a summer's afternoon, Broken only by the distant hum of cicadas, Carries me back to days long gone, Days of innocence, simplicity, and a freedom unburdened. There was magic in the ordinary then, In the whispers of the wind through tall grass, In the laughter of friends playing in the yard, In the taste of ice cream melting too quickly in the sun. I remember the world as a place of endless exploration, Every stone unturned, a potential treasure, Every tree, a mighty fortress, Every puddle, a lake to be crossed with daring. The hours were longer in those days, Stretching out like a lazy cat in the sun. There was time to watch clouds shape-shift, Time to invent languages only we understood, Time to be bored and find joy in that very boredom. Time for Mickey Dees.
