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Jul 2014
The subtle rumble of skateboards on cracks
matched with the continuous strides of students
rushing to class
nonchalantly strolling
taking their time
or feeling trapped by it

The slight breeze slides my hair over
as it caresses my skin and brushes my face
tickles my cheeks
reveals my laugh lines
leaves me smiling like an idiot
because of a light wind

The sun warms my skin and everything else
making the day brighter than the chilly morning
the temperature rises
it’s too hot for this sweater
oversized maroon and wooly
paired with dark blue jeans at that

But then the weather mirrors that of the morning
and it’s cold enough so I appreciate my outfit’s warmth
I sip a pumpkin spice latte
sitting under the big tree in the lawn
watching the people
and wondering about their lives

There is a beauty of heat unseen throughout the year
the brightness and warmth brought by the hot sun
but then there’s the colors
changing with the seasons
and there’s beauty here too
if you look close enough

*October 3. 2013 4:13:47 PM
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allison  28/F
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