Lushness of early morning silence echoes from each rose petal.
Succulent beads of dew hang suspended above each thorn. The scent of
heat so thick it latches onto my breath, as my sneakers peer out from the black frame of pavement. Heat, as an antique paisley shawl, wrapped within me so
tight, it cuts off my breath. I slide my sneakers along the pavement, and speak in whispers to the
birds, as they drink on the nectar of honeybees ....taking a larger breath, falling one step backward into the
camouflage of the foliage........
