In my Evanston, the kind words of people wash over your mind with a soft and silky swish of emotion.
The winter wind meets your face with a cold but welcoming touch. You feel the “thump” as the wheel of your bike hits a crack in the sidewalk. You see your friends coming towards you with a friendly smile that can light up any darkness. I watch the waves of Lake Michigan crash upon the shore as little kids run as fast as their little feet can carry them giggling as the waves approach, and I see the sun dance on the soft, hot sand. The words in my book dance around in my head as if its a canvas and the words, a brush. Allowing me to explore faraway places while remaining here, in the Evanston Public Library. I step in a puddle as I walk down the street. Trees sway to the music of the wind and the birds. Squirrels run down the street down the street as if its a race against the wind. I approach school hearing the laughter and seeing the smiles on my friends faces. I see the steps up to my apartment. I check to see if there is any mail in the mailbox. I look down my street and see everything in the distance. I smell the damp ground after a light drizzle. The people walk down the busy streets of downtown Evanston weaving in and out of the small shops. I walk through the courtyard on my way to my next class. The cars slowly move down the block. I drive past my future high school and think about what it will be like. I see the flowers opening up to the call of springtime. I walk my dog around the block and she explores everything in sight. Evanston is where my heart will always live. |
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