I Sit there waiting
I sit there, squinting in the sun, reading a paperback, dressed in my orange t-shirt and favorite pair of jeans. The sun so bright. Warm on my tanned skin. In the distance, a little boy and a girl run around the water sprinklers. Shrieks and laughter. Colors of the rainbow. Summer fun.I have never been a fan of summer.
I sit there waiting
Months pass by. I look around and find myself at that same place, swinging my legs, and humming to myself. I feel the breeze as it blows away the crisp orange leafs. I smile because I know it. Fall has begun
I sit there waiting.
I laugh to myself as the tiny droplets of rain fall on my hair, eyelashes and the tip of my nose. I sip my coffee and take a deep breath of fresh air, and for a moment I enjoy the cold rush. I feel alive. How I like the browns and blacks, the sweaters and wool. How I love the rainy afternoons.
I sit there waiting
I sit there waiting
Months pass by. I look around and find myself at that same place, swinging my legs, and humming to myself. I feel the breeze as it blows away the crisp orange leafs. I smile because I know it. Fall has begun
I sit there waiting.
I laugh to myself as the tiny droplets of rain fall on my hair, eyelashes and the tip of my nose. I sip my coffee and take a deep breath of fresh air, and for a moment I enjoy the cold rush. I feel alive. How I like the browns and blacks, the sweaters and wool. How I love the rainy afternoons.
I sit there waiting
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