18 hours and 2 connecting flights later, the heat danced around me like a relentless flame. Navigating the bustling crowds, the hot wind danced mischievously upon the rooftops, stirring up a flurry of commotion. The vibrant chaos that surrounded me was a stark contrast to the calm of my world. While I had always longed for a summer-getaway away from the desolate towns of Arizona, I couldn't help but yearn for a moment to find my own rhythm amidst this overwhelming symphony.
The town was a happy hug of houses that expanded as the years went on. It was as if each narrow alley had haphazardly been attached as petals to a rose, arching in swirls around the marketplace. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It was a tapestry, a kaleidoscope of colors.
Nestled amidst the lively embrace of the town, my rented cottage stood like a tranquil oasis, a sanctuary from the chaos. The golden light filtered through the intricately patterned windows, casting gentle shadows that danced upon the walls. Its walls were adorned with intricate carvings, telling stories of ancient folklore. Photographs of children, so obviously loved, brightened the rooms. It was as if all the memories of the house came dancing in since with the wind's favorite tune. The floor was an old fashioned paraquet with a blend of the sweet toffee-brown hues. The banister was a twirl of branches, only tamed by a carpenter's hand. Even a quaint porch awaited. As I look outside at the orange gold stretched far and wide, the color of a million tangerines, I close my eyes. Face turned to the horizon, I took a deep breath of the summer air. Perfect.
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Must Have Been The Wind
Roman pour AdolescentsAmidst the symphonies of honking horns and street vendors calling out their wares, the wind was the reigning prom-queen. In the scorching heat of summer, the wind was only an occasional visitor. I watched as the townspeople, no longer fanning their...
