Backs pressed flat against the wet pavement

Three of us

Laughing and taking pictures of each other

With dirty hands covering our faces

Doing it “for the aesthetic”

Eating ice cream out of the pints it came in

No bowls, just spoons and smiles to consume it

Wandering around the woods 

Yelling from boulders draped in moss

Attempting to cartwheel up hills and climb power lines

Pushing you on the swings at the playground nearby

Doing things “for the hell of it”