Gentle Breezes
The sun burns my eyes
As I take a step out my door.
The birds chirp merrily
And the dew on the grass glistens.
The smell of petrichor wafts into my nose
And the cool morning breeze stings slightly
The trees sway all around me
As I listen to the familiar clop
Of my sandals on the pavement.
My fatigue drags me down
As I listen to the distant sound of dogs barking
The minty taste of my toothpaste wakes me slightly.
I see the bright colors of the playground equipment
As I pass the park
And smell the pleasant scent of my detergent
And perfume mixed.
I feel frustrated with the lack of a punctual bus
As I come to a stop in front of a large shed.
Soon a large yellow bus rounds the corner
And I relax as I step onto the bus steps.