and the pavement warmed her feet

When I was younger, I wanted to be an author.  I loved to read (still do) and I even wrote a few short stories and had ideas for books that I jotted down.  Every so often, I'll be doing something and begin to narrate for myself as if I were living in a book... 

~if this were a movie, now would be the moment when everything would go out of focus 

before coming back into focus on a new scene~

She took a deep breath before pushing open the glass door.  The almost-summer heat poured into the building, pushing back the cool air.  As the door closed, she looked around.  It was late, the parking lot was empty, just one other woman walking across the pavement to her car.  Quickly, she slipped off her shoes and balanced them on her purse.  The cement sending warmth through her feet and up her legs.  Another deep breath.

The sky was blue and white clouds floated along as she walked to her car.  The warmth and bare feet brought back the familiar feel of summer.  The memories came so fast that there wasn't a singular thought or memory. It was more like an instantaneous experience.  As she stepped from concrete to pavement, the warmth relaxed her.  It hadn't been a hard day, but going home always feels good. The wind pulled at her hair and tugged at her skirt.  A smile crossed her lips. She felt blessed.