A Summer Sunday

Nia thought that there couldn’t possibly be any end to the enchantment of nature’s glory under the sun. How very right she was. Feeling the sensation of fresh, warm emerald green grass underneath her bare feet as she skipped through the field made her giggle like a little child, feeling even more alive.

Her caramel complexion was now sun-kissed to a deeper burnt sienna, and her large, thick, tightly-coiled Afro bounced with just as much joy.

Vibrant flowers of all different hues seemed to lean up towards her in the gentle summer breeze, as if begging her to pick them, make a wreath of them and place it on her head. If such a thing was the flowers’ request, Nia was more than happy to oblige.

How long has it been since she’s felt this free? When was the last time she truly felt at peace? At ease? Her worries melted away as she found her special place out in the large expanse of field and flung herself happily backward onto a cool patch of grass under the shade of her favorite oak tree.

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

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