Dandelion Wine

An endearing classic of childhood memories of an idyllic midwestern summer from the celebrated author of 'Farenheit 451'.",He stood at the open window in the dark, took a deep breath and exhaled.The street lights, like candles on a black cake, went out.He exhaled again and again and the stars began to vanish.Douglas smiled. He pointed a finger.There, and there. Now over here, and here...Yellow squares were cut in the dim morning earth as house lights winked slowly on. A sprinkle of windows came ...