Krysanthe padded across her cold hardwood floors to her window. She traced the outline of the Eiffel Tower on the clouded over glass and sighed. She loved her home, her town, her everything. She was the luckiest plumerian in the world. Krysanthe walked quickly down her stairs and slung her messenger bag over her shoulder, checking to make sure everything was inside. "Pencils and sharpener, Idea journal, laptop and charger, earbuds, phone." She murmured. "Check!"
Krysanthe opened her door and stepped out into the cool, crisp air. She craned her head and spotted the tip of the Eiffel Tower behind oak trees swaying in the breeze. Krysanthe turned left down the new repaved sidewalk towards "brume matinale" French for Morning Mist, the bakery she went to every morning. It was her thinking place, where she did all of her greatest work.
Kyrsanthe arrived at the cozy cream and brown colored coffee shop reading the cursive sign. "matin café de brouillard et de la boulangerie"
Morning Mist Coffee House And Bakery. She pushed open the glass door, familiar scents greeting her. Vanilla and cinnamon wafted into her nose, dancing and twirling. "Bonjour Krysanthe!" A happy voice greeted her. "Good morning." She answered warmly, glancing at her name tag. Though she had long since had to look at it. Krysanthe came here almost every morning. Kyrsanthe quickly typed on her keyboard to create something magical; a book. To Kyrsanthe, books and words hold so much meaning. She slipped on her glasses, as she does this when she gets very focused on a task.
"The petals were dancing in the breeze. "Perfect". Kyrsanthe glanced away from her bright laptop screen and grabbed her favorite pencil and Idea journal. At a quick pace, Kyrsanthe began to sketch the outline of a dress. More than often, she gets inspired while she is writing. After minutes of drawing, she is complete. The finished idea is a dress made to look like rose petals in a breeze. As Kyrsanthe gazed back at her laptop, she sees the time. "Oh my, it is 6:23, I hope I'm not going to be late!" On the weekdays, Kyrsanthe sings and performs in her ukulele to the children at the hospital to bring up their spirits, and to possibly inspire them to do something amazing.
She quickly padded down the sidewalk to her home so that she could get her ukulele. After Kyrsanthe got her ukulele from her bedroom stand, she made her way over to the hospital. As soon as she walked through the doors, the children were happy to see her. Kyrasanthe sat in a chair so that she could sing and play her heart out. Every note had heartfelt meaning to Kyrsanthe as she sang her melody. After rounds of applause and cheering, she decided to end her day with a stroll by the Eiffel Tower.
It was late in the evening, so all of the lights had a dazzling display. "Wow, this beauty can never get old." Kyrsanthe whispered as she took a seat on a bench to more easily view the tower and lights. After about a half hour, she decided to make her way home and prepare for tomorrow, as the petals danced in the nighttime breeze.
~Feb: 14 My B-day!~ 
