A typical sunday

The wind brushes the grass gently, causing the leaves to rise from the floor and to fall down again. The sun is up and shinning brightly, reaching everything and everyone, winning the battle against the curtains and causing people to wake up earlier than they wished.
All the kids in the block are still asleep, hence the calmness in the ambience. There is the eventual bark from a dog to its owner breaking the silence, but other than that, everything is peaceful.
A bold, round man with a scruffy beard is the first to leave the comfort of his house to fetch the newspaper. He is wearing a worn bathrobe that is not flattering to his figure and leaves too little to imagination, and it takes him less than a minute to get the paper and go back inside.
Summer hit the neighborhood earlier this year, blossoming flora decorating every garden and filling the air with a sweet flowery scent. The smell of freshly cut grass is also strong, even though no one in the neighborhood has cut it yet.
The sound of a car in the highway is heard from the distance, and seconds after announcing its presence, a big silver van is parked in the middle of the block. There is the echo of a door closing shut, and the cries and laughs from three kids as they make their way to the car. The person inside the van hits the gas and they are gone, but not without the exaggerated wail of the wheels against the concrete.
Everything is calmed until noon, when people finish their late breakfast and go chill in their backyards. A few kids riding bicycles pass by, laughing and sounding their horns, which causes an angry old lady to go outside and yell at them.
Splashes from kids in their pools are heard every once and then, followed by laughs that suffocate the complaints from sisters that got wet and yells from mothers that want to finish their books. Some neighbors go next door to gossip about something with their friends and not one car leaves the garage during the day.
Around six, everything becomes silent again as families have dinner and prepare for a busy Monday. Curtains are shut and lights are turned on, and the neighborhood falls asleep along with the neighbors, all of them waiting for the sun to wake them again.


El writing que entregué hoy en inglés y por el que espero sacarme un 10.