I arrived in Charlotte last week, adoring the beauty and warmth it welcomed me with.
As I wondered how you are, I couldn’t help but wish you were here to enjoy it as well.
As I walked through the park, I was amazed at the glorious shades of green.
I now know that colors take on a life of their own, as they paint their unique stories.
Folks speak kindly as they see me as a guest, understanding that I walk on foreign ground.
They tickle me with their sincere smiles and invite me with their sweet southern accents.
The warm and tender weather breathes life into my lungs, filling me with utter contentment.
Breezy winds whip through my hair as I freely journey throughout the town and take it all in.
The historic landmarks and monuments sing to my heart, reminding me of what I learned in school.
In the eye of the beholder, a simple city can become an amazing land of fairytales.
I am leaving Charlotte today, feeling as though I am leaving something important behind.
What it is I can’t quite put my finger on, but then I realize it is a piece of my aching heart.