Steffi Michelle

Metamorphosis

It all began one hot summer afternoon inside of my small bedroom in the Bronx, New York. My room was filled with Salsa music from downstairs, it made the room vibrate and all the frames gently moved. I never minded the vibrations, they kept me company. While sitting in front of the air conditioner daydreaming, observing the busy fruit markets across the street, I imagined myself with a basket picking fruits conversing with the local vendor. Oh, how I dream of talking to strangers and meeting new friends along the way… perhaps next time.