the singing of a trumpet echoes down a brick alleyway
the wrought iron railings of balconies vibrate above
a warm humid breeze kicks up the bottom of my floral sundress
flags and ribbons of surrounding shops kick up
wind chimes ring out
as I step out of the shade of a billowing oak
the sun dapples through the leaves
it makes intricate patterns of light on the ground
the sun warms the skin on my face
with a deep breath
a drip of sweat rolls down from my forehead
to my chin and down my neck
the intensity of the sun
made pleasant by the blowing of the breeze
the ice cubes in my coffee have all nearly melted
a few remaining pieces tick against the cup
the condensation drips through my fingers
and on to the ground
with each step I take in the sweet southern air
I settle in
a moment sun soaked
wrapped in fragrant breeze
and soulful sounds
a New Orleans memory.