Sunrise

The Sunrise.

Houses line the lonely streets, and the sun is gradually rising. 
Beautiful flaming rays of gold dance across the barren streets and cast light across the cobblestone brick.
 Birds fly in formation toward the south, and the empty streets come alive.
 I feel like a cold blanket smothering my heart is letting go and flying.
 A light snow shower drizzles me with cold cotton balls. The sun melts them and warms both my body, and heart. 
I stick out my tounge to taste the cool balls of white,
and look up to the sun, its brilliance, oh so bright.
I smell sweet lavender candles, and feel the cold snow on my bare feet.
I inhale through my nose and stare down at the street