LILAC
The sun hangs high in the sky, radiating warmth and light as I step outside, the sweet scent of blooming flowers greeting me like an old friend. Today, I've decided to take a stroll to visit Philomena, my best friend from high school, and the excitement surges within me like the petals of the flowers I adore.
I glance down at my outfit: a pale lavender dress that flows gently around my knees, the fabric light and airy, perfect for a day filled with warmth and laughter. It feels like I'm wearing a piece of spring itself, and it fills me with joy. The sun casts a soft glow on my skin, and as I begin my walk, I feel an exhilarating sense of freedom.
In my right hand, I carry a woven basket filled with bundles of lavender tulips.
The tulips are a vibrant hue, their delicate petals a beautiful contrast to my dress. As I walk, I can't help but admire how the flowers sway gently with my movements, like dancers responding to an i n v i s i b l e rhythm. The basket feels like an extension of myself, a representation of the love I have for floristry and the joy I want to share with Philomena.
The streets of the old town are lined with new charming houses, each one telling its own story through the colors and designs that adorn them. I pass by the familiar sights—our old bakery with its inviting aroma wafting through the air, the small bookstore that always captured my imagination, and the park where we spent countless afternoons dreaming about our futures.
As I walk, the soft breeze carries the sounds of children laughing and playing in the distance. It's a sweet melody that brings back memories of our c a r e f r e e days. I can almost hear Philomena's laughter mingling with the sounds of the town, and my heart swells with joy.
Finally, I arrive at Philomena's house, its white picket fence welcoming me like a hug.
The garden is bursting with colorful flowers, each one blooming with a v i b r a n c y that mirrors my excitement. I take a moment to admire the scene—the bees buzzing happily from bloom to bloom, the sunlight filtering through the leaves, and the sweet fragrance of flowers enveloping me.
With a deep breath, I approach the door and knock lightly. A moment later, it swings open, revealing Philomena with her radiant smile.
"Lilac!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with joy. She rushes forward, wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace. "I can't believe you're finally here, girly!"
"It's so good to see you!" I laugh, squeezing her back. The warmth of her hug feels like home, and I realize how much I've missed this connection.
We pull apart, and I can't help but admire her.
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