Beautiful Night

One beautiful night, I went riding in the park. As I rode, a fierce gust of wind pushed the leaves off the strong branches of a tall oak tree. Leaves scattered everywhere: across my face, my clothes, my bicycle. I rode through the scattered leaves, against the fierce wind, until I laid my eyes upon the most luxurious night sky, where the stars glistened through the park, guiding my journey home.

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Portrait of Hippolyte John JacobHippolyte John Jacob studies at the Brooklyn Public Library’s Central Adult Learning Center, where Winsome Pryce-Cortes is the site manager. He was born in Castries, St. Lucia, and came to the U.S. in 1996. Hippolyte John Jacob writes, “I have played soccer professionally, and I now teach young children how to play the game.”