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.
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.