The streets of Paris

I walk in the kitchen from school and look for a snack. I scan the cupboard and you catch my eye, just sitting there in the corner looking simple yet so full of excitement. I feel has though when I open you up I will be taken right back to sitting in a cafe in France with my dad, watch everything go by. I look around and see men and women headed off to work, people taking a stroll in the park, and just soaking in the culture I love. And in the midst of all this I just sit here wanting so badly to be part of it all but then... My brother pushes me out of paris and back into reality, back to Me realizing I need to study for my math test.