As I step out onto the porch,
a breeze starts twirling through the air,
I close my eyes,
As the breeze picks up the scents of dewy grass,
Blooming flowers, and melting snow.
It passes me like a breath of fresh air,
And I feel the cold surface of the wood at my feet,
The dampness and dryness combine into one.
I step off the porch and onto the rocky pavement,
into the bright sun.
I embrace the warmth as it soaks in my pale skin.
I open my eyes,
And look what’s around me.
A girl who looks about 18,
Rides down the block,
In a old fashion ruby-red bike,
And a lemon-yellow hat.
She has fair skin,
and long blonde hair braided into two,
With blue-green eyes,
That flow into the waves of the ocean.
It’s so mesmerizing to watch her,
as she gracefully strolls down the road,
And turns the corner.
I focus my attention back to the weather,
I see the buds of the flowers blooming,
And the birds soaring through the air,
And I finally feel spring arriving.
“Sofia, SOfia, SOFIA! You are going to be late!” My sister loudly articulates, as she dumps a cup of water on my face.
Oh great, it was a dream.