Where Teardrops Become Magic

Isabella Savoie ‘28

Raindrops streamed down in a steady motion from the sky, creating a soft patter against the window, filling the atmosphere with a sense of comfort and coziness. Though water is dripping from the soft blue blanket above, the bright star that fills our days with a blazing light is still shining happily above. The quaint town is veiled with an airy mist that seems to quiet the world around it, creating a peaceful hush. In the breeze, something is dancing delicately, constructing a feeling of hope. The air bubbles with a sugary and pleasant feeling, and it feels like the world is suddenly gleaming with brilliance. Hanging in the narrow doorway is a small shell bell that is smooth with a pearl-like surface, and it has an odd charming sound that buzzes long after it is rung. Suddenly, the charming bell rang as a tattered and scuffed, maybe from years of being worn, faded black leather shoe crossed the door's threshold. A mellifluous voice sounded through the store and said a soft, "Welcome." The old door was barely hanging on to its hinges, so it stayed open, allowing the moist air and a whiff of sunshine to suffuse the small space. A petite girl, wearing an apron, with a gold tint to her skin, rose her head, then focused back on the gorgeous flowers before her. She has chestnut brown hair, matching her splendid brown eyes, that flows down her back illuminating under the glow of the gentle light. She gives the impression of a fairy in her garden because she is encircled by a kaleidoscopic range of pastel colors like, rosy pink, buttery yellow, muted red, and snowy white. The lean boy with ocean blue eyes adjusted his collared shirt while he tapped his foot with a hint of nervousness. He took his time until everything was just right and he took a deep breath, plastering on his most genuine and charming smile. He cleared his throat attempting to catch the girl's attention and said, "Can I buy you a coffee.". It seemed like the picturesque flower shop was holding its breath as he waited for a reply. The sweet girl set down the bright red rose she was trimming, untied the perfect bow on her apron, and stepped toward the boy. In her delightful voice, she said, "Of course." Just like magic the rain stopped without warning, and a colorful rainbow arched across the sky providing a beautiful setting for the start of a new adventure.