My Little Nook
I have this little place where I like to go. I call it my little nook. I can hear the birds singing merry songs, the clock tower bonging away to tell me that it is now 2:00, and a squirrel scolding me from a nearby branch. I can feel the cool pavement under me, and the sun on my back. With my hands, I can feel the grainy roughness of the pavement, and the soft, yet chunky dirt that lines it. I can see green leaves from a nearby tree waving gently above my head, and people walking by, but I don’t think that they notice me. The squirrel that was chattering at me is now zipping up to the highest limbs of the tree, seemingly eager to get away from me. My nook is so peaceful, and that is why I love it.
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