A bell is not a bell, but a gate keeper of summer.
Of blistered hooves from running across scorching golden sands, video game tournaments, and staying up late.
Of worn out beach balls from constant tosses and spikes, tangled manes being battered by the fierce winds in the calm of a hurricane, sticky cherry popsicles, and sourly-sweet lemonade from the stand right next to the pool.
No, a bell is anything BUT a bell.