First day

As the morning breeze was caressing my neck, tenderness wrapped me into its core; squirrels
were jumping among the trees and dry leaves were swirling on the concrete. Now birds play as
an elderly couple hold each other by their wrinkled hands. Skies gets clearer and rain stops
pouring down. The sun smiles as it rises and my heartbeats etch your portrait on every cloud.

P. Lujan