Relax

Angela Garavalia
Hour 3
4/15/14

It was a warm summer day, half past noon.

I heard the trees sway.

I heard the sound of children at play.

I also heard the birds’ sweet melodies.

It was a warm summer day, half past noon.

I saw the thick oak, sturdy and strong.

I saw robin’s egg blue sky, dotted with clouds.

I also saw the river at its swiftest, for it had presently rained.

It was a warm summer day, half past noon.

I could feel the wet grass dampen my socks.

I could feel the soft breeze glide past my ear.

I could also feel my cheeks grow sore, for my grin couldn’t cease.

It was a warm summer day, half past noon.

I could smell smoke, for someone was barbequing.

I could smell the freshly mowed lawn.

I could also smell the air, sweet and moist.

It was a warm summer day, half past noon.

I say down in the grass, staring up at the sky.

I shut my eyes.

I felt certain happiness, I cannot describe.

I hope this feeling never dies.

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