Ohio: my home
I feel the gentle wind brushing against my soft, tan cheeks. My muscles relax, and I feel the cool blades of freshly cut grass beneath me. The relentless sun is filling the sky with sunshine, and my lips feel chap from the heat. Bees hum in the distance, carrying pollen from one flower to another. Everything is calm.
Florida: my vacation
The ocean sways with the gulf breeze, and children laugh with their siblings. Seagulls hover over me, and I hear the plop of fish being dropped back into the water. The sun is peeking out behind the bright, white clouds. Beach balls pass over my head, and grains of sand lay on my stomach.
Arizona: my uncles house
The heat makes the pavement scorching hot. My toes burn. I hear a child scream, probably being poked by a cactus. I walk up onto the diving rock at my uncles pool. I dive into the warmish water, and plummet down eight feet into the water. As I reach the surface I take a big breath in, than out. I smell someone cooking BBQ in the distance and smile. This may not be my home, but I have my family.
Indiana: my old homeland
Cigarette butts are on the street. Smoke fills the country air from passing trucks. Families sit on their porch and talk about how happy and mad they are. My cousin is happily tossing around her volleyball while I sit on ragged, jacked up steps that are over forty years old. Sweat runs down my face and I lift my hair up. It doesn't help. I walk inside.
