My Hometown

This is a piece I wrote about feeling homesick when I was about 13. Enjoy!

As spring settles into autumn, the warm sun is still held responsible for the beads of sweat glistening on my forehead, though the comforting breeze seems to weave itself about the trees, in its own world, like a snake darting through the tall grass.

 I close my eyes, and it feels like the wind is carrying me far, far away.

 It takes me onto the beaches of my hometown, and I can smell the familiar scent of the air tainted with salt. 

The ocean laps at my feet, and I wade deeper, my hair rushing about my face.

 I’m smiling, the fresh light of sunset kissing my cheeks.

 I open my eyes, and I’m standing in my front yard, the brief, yet gentle wind, slowly diminishing around me. 

I reach out to grasp it, and I feel nothing, but the taste of Charleston still lingers on my tongue. 

Author's Note

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