Claudia Valella

Cherries

It feels like the cheap brittle white plastic chair I’m sitting on might break at any given second, but right now I’m sitting on the front porch of my grandma’s chipped yellow house. The chairs had gone through a tremendous winter. I’m surprised they lasted this long, she’s had them since we moved here five years ago. The cherry blossom tree in my grandma’s yard is in full bloom as well as the lilac bush. Sweetness filled the air as the cherry blossom flowers danced their way off the trees swirling and twirling in the air. Bees are excitingly buzzing, the birds are chirping, and the gentle warm breeze gives me chills of joy, it just makes my heart swell. I feel like a kid again.