Childhood Nostalgia

It was, she thought, a kind of moving portrait of summer evening. The sort of lazy contentment that only comes on breathless summer days right before the kids are called in for supper and the porch light goes on. Yellow glows to chase the moths away and to shine a circle that says: We're home. She remembered, so clearly, what is was to be a child in August, to love the heat, to rush through it to snatch every drop of the sun before it went down. I'm currently trying to work on my currently reading list because it's sitting at a whopping 45 books. I had a habit of starting books and not finishing it when I find new ones to read. I keep the books tracked though, which is how I know I need to work through them. Anyway, I want to share this quote from Red Lily by Nora Roberts because reading it made me reminisce my childhood and made me grateful I had this type of experience too. I haven't read a lot of Nora Roberts' work yet but I find them to be comforting reads. I'm excited to get to…