It is not a secret that for many people Miami is associated with the sea, a fresh costal air, smiling people, and the sun. Indeed, the one who does not like the sea cannot live in Miami. Everyday troubles and turmoil, which have long become an integral component of people’s life, often prevent us from seeing all the beauty of our city. And this magnificent city enchants and fascinates everyone. And even the smallest details of such a familiar and lovely urban landscape can be poeticized.
I remember my family trip to Lake Okeechobee in the summer of 2010. Frankly speaking, I had a strange feeling that something good expected me near this picturesque lake, so mysterious and unfamiliar to me. The lake was charming. It met my and my family’s expectations. The emerald grass was so wonderful and welcoming. The first thing I did was stretching out on this silky vegetation. It seemed that every call of my body enjoyed this blissful day. I was so close to the nature. The songs of the birds so calming and charming conjured the optimistic thoughts. Even now I recollect that sweet intoxication that seized me on that sunny day.
Unfortunately, my felicity was interrupted by an elderly couple, who was taking a walk along the shore. I looked at my watch; it was half past 3 p.m. The man, who was about 70, I suppose, asked his companion, “Do you remember our first date?” The face of the lady was glowing with happiness brought by pleasant memories. She seemed to ignore that question and simply stated, “I love Miami. I adore it. This city gave me the most precious and significant things in my life.” The couple resembled enamored teenagers. They looked so detached, and it seemed they did not notice my modest person, immersed in the hedonistic thoughts. At that moment I was enlightened. I realized that I lived in the most beautiful city in the world. This city of salty sea air, the sun, and happy smiles endows its citizens with an ability to love, enjoy such simple trifles as contemplating the nature and inhale the aroma of our life. That’s what it is like to live in Miami.
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