The sun sits low in the sky

Shades of orange and pink streak across the endless horizon

A police siren wails in the distance

Laughter fills the air

Children run around the playground

Creaks of rusty swing chains

Sneakers squeaking on the slide

Clangs against the monkey bars

Snaps of jump ropes against the concrete

Rhymes and songs to go along

The song of the ice cream truck

Excited yells asking for a dollar

Tantrums and tears

Popsicles, push-pops, ice-cream sandwiches

The smell of sugar in the air

Sticky hands and sleepy eyes

Parents pick up their children

The crowd of families disperses

Until there are only two people

A girl and her father

Ready to go night fishing

Poles in hand and joy in their hearts