Dreaming of Summer


The wind strokes my skin



Painting murals of my dreams



No clouds, solitude.



Sailboats floating by



Ice cream dripping from my cone



Eagles soaring high



Knives shine with the sun



When touched, they bend making room



My feet rubbing sand.



Rays blast through the sky



Burning mesh into my face



Withering away.



I'm wide awake now,



The outside white, air minty,



Winter is still here.

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I'm from Saint Albans, Vermont. I attend Plymouth State University to study elementary education and creative writing. All of my writing is inspired by either the outdoors, personal life, or society. I enjoy writing stories that take place in a futuristic or a fantasy world. I am profoundly deaf in both ears and have worn hearing aids since I could walk. Despite all the struggles I have faced with my disability, writing profides me with new opportunities every day.