Lemonade Descriptive Writing

It is a bright sunny day; the sky a soft shade of blue and a slight breeze in the air. It was a day of beauty, a day with no soul inside but rather enjoying the delightfulness outside. Stepping out, the concrete on the porch is steamed just enough to stand on bare foot. Off in the distance is the vision of feet coming into sight every couple of seconds as the swing is pushed up. Drivers pass in cars, each in their own trail of thoughts. The windows of every car are rolled all the way down and diverse music roars out from each. Every driver is listening to their own music, but are all enjoying the same day, the same sun, and the same wind rushing into their hair. A younger girl across the street sticks her tongue out at the little boy and starts being chased by him as they dodge a car and skip across the road onto a side walk as they get yelled at by their mother from the kitchen window. Children seeming to be preparing for a lemonade sale and families started to arrange for garage sales, all resulted in sudden laughers, sighs, and loud mowers. Taking a deep breath, it is clear that there are many barbeque lunches planned, the smell of the campfire pits still simmering down from the night before, the smell of all the freshly cut lawn by all the men in the household with no sleeves, no sweater and jeans rolled up on top of their knees. All the family members are out in their yards, trying to take full advantage of the weather, households starting to set up all their new summer toys. Trampolines, swing sets, swimming pools, and brand new dog houses all seem to be appreciating the weather just as much. The sun is out so bright it is piercing to look at directly, so much of the summer heat I can almost taste the thirsty air.