The summer I turned pretty ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar

A sweet refrain of crickets
Echoes the sultry morn.
A blue silk scarf
kisses my flesh gently.
The heat clung to my skin,
And the smell of barbecue filled the air,
The taste of sweet lemonade,
In a frosted glass.
I could hear the birds a-chirping,
The way the sunlight filtering through the trees cast dappled shadows on the ground.
I began to feel a change inside me.

There were moments when I would
dance and sing
And let the summer breeze
play with my hair
With joy and laughter.

At the beach,
as the waves would roll in,
I would splash and swim.
And feel the salt of the ocean on my lips
And the sand between my toes.
Every day brought new beginnings,
and I felt like I was growing in
more ways than one.