The sky is alight with soft blues, swirling pinks, delicate lavenders, glowing oranges and vivid yellows. The trees rustle in response to the minuscule breeze.
The sun slowly sinks over the landscape, elongating its goodbye to the world. The moon twinkles in the distance, patiently waiting its turn to shine. The lone street lamp has just flickered to life, assisting the moon.
Houses emit their own light; the circle of them cresting a soft glow in which to penetrate the oncoming night.
Childrens' giggles and excited screams fill the air. A casual game of basketball occupies half a dozen youths, despite the dimming light around them. Toddlers trot around the circle, chasing each other in a classic game of tag. A recognizable hum of insects complete the scene.
The scent of grilled food, green foliage and good memories permeate through out the early summer air.
A diluted melody arises over the evening noise. It has no distinct name but the feeling is familiar; warm, comforting.
It has a different meaning for each ear but it leads back to the same place, the same people, the same memories, the same objects. It completes the idea of belonging, meaning, purpose.
This particular dusk isn't so unlike the one before or after it, but it's one to remember.
For once, things seem okay. You can let go of your insecurities, doubts, grievances and worries in this environment. It may be temporary, but its impact is to strong to be a wistful dream. The world isn't all bad. People love you. You have a purpose in this universe. You can be content. You can breathe easy.
An invisible blanket wraps itself around you, protecting you; preserving the moment. The flowing tune returns; you find yourself swaying your head to the rhythm; tapping your foot to the beat. You slowly close your eyes, imagining the parts of your life that you cherish. The things, people and memories that are closest to your heart.
And suddenly, you know this tune, this image, this scene.
It's home.
[A/N: I wrote this last night (06/13/2019) while listening to chill BTS music and I'm proud of it. I didn't edit anything. This is the first and final draft. I'm quite proud of it.]
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My Library || Personal
Random(Li•brar•y) /ˈlīˌbrerē/ noun A building or room containing collections of books, periodicals, and sometimes films and recorded music for people to read, borrow, or refer to. Also a metaphor for my brain/head😊 Personal: #97 : 1/4/19
