The South

I am from the south, where everything is tan and smooth, with soft fingers caressing the cheeks. Here, the streets embrace our intimate stories and the nights fall asleep in a whisper of the moon. You can't see anything here but songs and lovely stories. We are lover people and our dreams are warm.  Yes, winter here is weird and reckless, but we do have amazing smiles which fill my lungs with warm air.  The south has very attractive oriental eyes. Just imagine the spirit of that twig, that leaf, that little bird. You might feel them, but you wouldn't know anything about their deep desires. Here, in the South, spirits are magically playful, smiling, and warm, so summer here is incredible, and makes amazing and timeless stories.