{"id":6835,"date":"2019-10-02T09:43:09","date_gmt":"2019-10-02T14:43:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=6835"},"modified":"2019-10-02T09:43:09","modified_gmt":"2019-10-02T14:43:09","slug":"the-big-easy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/10\/02\/the-big-easy\/","title":{"rendered":"The Big Easy"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Big Easy<\/span><\/p>\n

swoops of chocolate press lightly<\/span><\/p>\n

and yellow kisses her skin<\/span><\/p>\n

as she spins endlessly\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

under the starry sky<\/span><\/p>\n

jazz plays a smooth tune\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

as she dances with the sax<\/span><\/p>\n

and passes into a singer’s embrace<\/span><\/p>\n

her body is floating on musical chords<\/span><\/p>\n

she’s so careless, so free<\/span><\/p>\n

and I can’t help but want to dance<\/span><\/p>\n

with her on French Quarter<\/span><\/p>\n

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Last week I went to the MSA dance recital, and I was inspired by a dance that made me feel nostalgic. It was so lovely, and I could imagine a whole scenario with the dance. The dancer was under a yellowish light, and I believe the music was smooth.<\/p>\n

I could just picture the whole scene in New Orleans. A person under a streetlamp dances freely, while jazz plays in the background. Perhaps, it’s even raining while they dance away. It doesn’t matter because all the person can focus on is their love for jazz, and dance.<\/p>\n

I have such a deep love for New Orleans, so seeing this piece was truly beautiful. I used to go to New Orleans every summer, and stay at my Uncle’s house. We would go to the aquarium, the zoo, and the mall as well. I had so many amazing memories from there.<\/p>\n

Though, after a while I did not appreciate New Orleans as much. It seemed boring after a while. I suppose that is because my 8 year old self already did the fun stuff.<\/p>\n

Until I randomly decided to go last summer. I originally wanted to go to New York, but New Orleans was much more realistic. My mom and I went, and I felt a sense of joy entering the city. There was art everywhere you turned, and people doing their daily tasks. We stayed at a hotel nestled in the back of the French Quarter. Behind that hotel was a tasty Greek restaurant called the Halal Guys. The front of the restaurant was fully opened, and you could see the trolley pass by as you ate.<\/p>\n

Speaking of the trolley, I was also infatuated with it. I never realized the seats could actually change different directions (it makes sense now because the trolley goes back and forth in different directions). My mom and I would just sit and look at old houses while it continued on the tracks. It was the most relaxing feeling I had experienced in a while.<\/p>\n

Overall, the trip made me gain back my appreciation for New Orleans. So every time something reminds me of it, I am hit with a sense of love. Oh New Orleans, I can’t wait to go back to you <3<\/p>\n

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