Victoria - Atmosphere

The blinding glare through the car windows.
The craterous sidewalks and broken-up streets.
The creaky houses that refuse to fall.
The weather that just can’t decide its mood:
The heat that sticks,
The not-so-cold freezing.

The familiar faces—
Constantly telling you it’s a small world. After all.
It still stands.
The culture. The food. The music. The people.
The talk—the ya’lls, the yats, and the who dats.

All reminding us that we are the statistical anomaly.
That proud little point that ventured from the clumps,
Forever in our little corner of the world.

In an atmosphere that we have made our own.

Victoria, age 17