Immy

I'm on a tire swing. I screech with laughter as my brother gives the swing a shove. I go flying through the air, too scared o falling to let go of the sides of my ride, but not too scared to lean my head back and stare at the sky.

Shh,
The sound of my board,
Carving thourgh the snow,
It hushes me,
Shhh,
Nothing but empty trails ahead,
Leading me forward,
Guiding,
Shhhh,
The world is silent,
Empty,
Blank,
Perfect,

She laughs,
It's music in my ears,
The sweet kind of music,
The kind you wish you could capture in a bottle,
But can't,
Like the patter of raindrops,
Or the swish of wild grass,
It's a melody without a tune,

It was a Friday,
At basketball practice after school,
During a water break,
Someone mentioned an epidemic,
Becoming a pandemic by the minute,
We laughed,
It could never reach us,
It only affected those who are older,