In a small white house, the scent of spring flowers was riding on the arms of a cool breeze. The cool breeze also played a harmonic tune on the wind-chimes hanging on the house. The sun was shinning its rays onto the house, playing with shadow puppets as the pedestrians walked by. It was a beautiful day, the type of day that paints a smile on even the most broken person living. It was that kind of day where one just looked out the window, and gave gratitude to the world. Where people stopped living in their high strung, drama filled lives, and started living. The type of day where dead hearts dusted off the cobwebs, finding the strength to once again drum a slow tempo. Melissa stepped onto the porch, taking in a deep breath of the happiness spreading around. She couldn’t be locked away on a day like this. It just was not fair to the nature, ignoring the portrait of beauty it had just painted. She slowly moved her feet onto the grass, and looked up to the sun. She was a beautiful youn...