And it comes fading into view
Like a half-remembered dream:
The bats flit and flutter by the darkening horizon;
Shouts and laughter, shivering giggles, ring, ring, from the window.
The skin of the trampoline heaves with laughter.
A magical lightheartedness, a jovial radiance, engulfs us
And drapes across our shoulders like a jacket.
The neglected clouds glide far over our heads,
Unperceived, unnoticed, unnecessary shadows of gloom.
Freed from the encumberance of obligation and restraint,
Our wandering minds embrace harmless abandon,
And we are alive.