The siren in the neighborhood was magestic , The wind caressing her hair in tight embrace as she made her way down the streets in majestic glow.

The breeze blowing her hair in unified directions, the bliss engraving it’s constituents at the various parts of her skin.

Her dress flowing in synchrony to the fascinating feel of the weather, her glow heightening to the sweet fragerance of the flowers at strategic parts of the unified street, her nostrils smiling in submission.

The beauty, the splendor, and the floristic brace of the weather, the glorious bloom of the flowers awakened her heart, an embodiment of tenderness and joy.

A grateful heart!