To Saturday Mornings
To Saturday mornings, wisps of cool air pressed softly against my skin.
The sign that soon Summer will overtake us, a promise of peace and calm rising before all others are up.
Even the sun lies in slumber saturated with silent dreams and visions unknowing of what the day may bring.
Saturday you are my rock, my hope, my goal.
All I wish now is to sleep with the sun and awake after 5:45 am.
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Danny Lazars
I'm a senior at Tacoma School of the Arts. Film, music, and storytelling are my passions and have driven me for my life. I am excited to be attending NYU in the fall and plan on graduating with the class of 2018.
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