Amid the mirth of the laughing shacks, a sense of energy pulsed throughout the town. Upon the darkening velvet sky of my hometown, the streetlamps were the Earthbound stars, their golden halos illuminating the path. Here the streets came alive, unpaved and untamed. Back in New York, underneath the towering skyscrapers, I used to wonder if Earth could ever truly breathe below the pristine concrete. Part of me cherishes these paths, natural, something that changes as the seasons do.
Here, at home, I found the perfect balance—an immersion in the chaotic vibrancy of everyday life, while also cherishing the simplicity of the natural surroundings. I smiled. The wind continued its playful dance, tugging at my hair, reminding me of the adventure that awaited me this summer.
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Must Have Been The Wind
Novela JuvenilAmidst 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...
