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Mmmm. The warm breeze tosses my curls into my face.
The sun’s rays set upon me heavily.
My bare feet relaxed.
The short cropped green grass flicker with resistance.
The tall pine casts a shadow that misses me.
My eyes squint to the allergens in the dry air.
I pull my bangs behind my ears, but they do not stay.
With one gust, pieces of hair drape back into my eyes.
The scent of sweet pollen meets my nose.
The sky is pale blue.
Very few billowy, white clouds in the distance.
The wind rushes for me to hear.
A lone ant crawls by on the pavement.
I wonder where he is hurrying to.
My skin tingles under the color of the sun.
I feel myself gaining that color.
My tone darkening.
The breeze continues to crescendo.
I am becoming annoyed
with the tickling strands of hair continually falling across my face.
I grow tired with warm comfort.
I still watch around me.
Fighting to keep my eyes open.
A black bird soars on the gusts.
In circles he flies with ease.
I wish to be like him.
Up high in the blue air.

Kaitlin Schneider