We run out into the night behind the school. We start swinging under the stars with the song Pearly Dewdrops Drop playing on my phone. I throw my head back and see hundreds of stars shining so brightly, I swear I can count them all. My cousins are swinging on either side of me and I can see their silhouettes against the night sky as they soar into the heights.
The night is cool and damp; the grass smells so green. The houses around us are quiet and dark and everything is so peaceful.
Those are the memories that make summer so beautiful and bittersweet.