I am Sydney

The smell of fresh ground coffee in the morning

The orange scented face lotion my mother wore

And salty waves lapping upon the shore

I am the sound of rain tapping rhythmically on the windowpane

The crunch of autumn leaves under the soles of my tattered black shoes 

And wind whistling through the trees

I  am the feeling of smooth white keys

Dancing under my fingers 

The feeling of ink gliding across a fresh page

The way wet clay sticks to your hands, forming something beautiful under gentle touch

I am the taste of crispy cookie edges and green tea with lemon

The first sip of ice cold water on a hot day

The taste of mint chocolate ice cream pressed between two sets of lips 

I am the colors of a Colorado sunrise

A smile twitching at closed lips

A new perspective after a good night's sleep

I am

 

-SRC