Nicholas Scalise

Boy on Porch Steps, Rockport, MA

A warm June morning opens up.

The day lies vast ahead.


No particular place to go.

No one to meet.

No task to be done.


Freedom to sit, embraced by the aromatic scent of hanging flowers and warmed by the gentle rays of the sun.

Sounds of  town nearby, carried by a light sea breeze, intermingle with the merry chirping of birds. 


Ah, but the mind pulls one’s thoughts forward…. Choices….


What to do? 


Where to go?

 

Who to see?


But for a moment, just sun, just sweet aroma of violet colored flowers swinging gently in the breeze, just chirping of birds and the din of town churning in the background of this moment. 


 Rosann Scalise