“By the Seaside” by Priya Chatterjee

by Supriya Chaterjee ’25

As I sit on cold hard stone,
the sun beams down on my neck,
Lavender colored flowers surround me on all sides.
Nestled in among them,
I feel the cool breeze go by,
I shiver as the wind leaves goosebumps in its wake.
looking up to the empty blue sky,
I watch as the clouds run away,
Running from the sharp sting of the wind.
The chimes, hanging from the trees above me,
Ring in anticipation of the next gust of wind
The lovely smell of Forsythia,
Balances the sharp smell of seawater.
As I hear the calls to head inside,
I risk one last glance at the empty blue sky