Nature

As I sit on the porch of my front yard at around noon, I listen closely to the footsteps and small-talk of families as they stroll along. I hear the sound of the skateboard rushing on concrete towards me from behind, looking back to see it is my neighbor. I give him a smile as he continues to pass me and proceed with his daily ride on his skateboard. I take a glance at my pomegranate tree, and realize it is missing something: the bright green leaves it was rich with only a month ago. I look on the ground and notice the dead orange and brown leaves surrounding the tree. I noticed the temperature rising, but felt the slight breeze every time a car would speed by. The sounds of the motors running was not very soothing, but the chirping and singing of the birds made it somewhat bearable. What I heard next, was a car blasting Armenian music. I could not understand the purpose of doing that, but I realized he was not the only car blasting music. A few minutes later I realized there were other drivers blasting different types of music. Since I was sitting on the front porch right next to the door, I heard my family and heard my mother shouting my name. I could already smell the food, and could not wait to eat the delicious hot dogs she made for me.