entered in Brian Strand's Early Summer Standard Contest on June 2, 2017 PLACED 2nd
On porches bathed in brilliant sun enduring friendships are begun as neighbors air their hurts and joys and children learn to share their toys. On moonlit porches, arm in arm, sweethearts display romantic charm. The night was made for them, it seems. Love fills the air and starlight gleams. On crowded porches, trips are planned by those who dream of surf and sand or snow-capped mountains far away. They'll have their respite, come what may. On countless porches, you will find retirees resting weary minds. They've other things than work to tend; they're waiting for their second wind. Old porches now in disrepair attached to homes bereft and bare still echo with the lives of those who have gone on to sweet repose.
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