Baking is funny. Coming from a household where we bake incredibly often, baking just seems like another thing that happens in the house. It is nothing unordinary, although always appreciated. New recipes get used from time to time but otherwise it’s often out of the cookbooks hiding in the cupboard. When things get baked at our house, they often inspect for ways to improve. There are rare occasions when they are made in a fashion that everyone enjoys and so…
hangs on the wall beside my bed. Farthest away is a giant framed cross stitch, probably 11″ across by 16″ up. The title may have been “Night in Paris.” It’s filled with many colors, a red and blue banister overhangs a restaurant while lavender spires poke up over the orange buildings with navy blue roofs. The ground looks wet, the streetlights reflected off the cobblestone pavement that someone is walking away on. I’ve always been fond of rainy nights. Closer…
And there was this sunset. It illuminated the smattering of clouds in the sky with a vibrant pink. It cast an orangey hue over all it touched, creating a picturesque view on the horizon where the sun was setting. And there was a breeze. A breeze warm yet refreshing on the warm spring evening. It been so long since I had felt anything like it. The months of winter had felt never-ending. And there was a whole city surrounding me,…
Oh to lay in the grass, face to face to with what which we came, to love fully, to love deeply, to exist; I am waiting, I am waiting, I am waiting for when you are ready for me; Do not be scared to let people wait, for if they are waiting, it is out of love, love for you; And while time will not wait, the Earth will be there, waiting to hold you in its arms; Bury my…
The snow began. She walked down the sidewalk, careful to ensure she wouldn’t slip. She went to her fourth class, and skipped on her fifth because the professor wasn’t in. She needed to get out grocery shopping before the snow picked up. She texted her friend that she had planned to go with and they went to Walmart and bought supplies for baking and for lunches. It was busy there. Everyone else was getting out before the storm also. And…
The snow drifted calmly down from the sky, ascending onto the parking lot in a blanket of frost. The refraction of light brang a glow to the night, the world no longer covered in a silent darkness but now a suffocating brightness. But do not be mistaken. It was not light out. The sun had set hours ago the stars were nowhere to be seen among the cotton clouds. But it was bright. The streetlights and restaurant signs illuminated the…
Tonight the snow fallsLanding gently on the carsThat are waiting to take people homeAfter a long day of learning and teaching Tonight the lights turn onIlluminating the glistening blanketThat wraps the pine treesAnd the parking lot forA long night’s sleep Tonight the gray clouds coverA tired blue skyWhich we can no longer seeBut we long for every moment Tonight the footprints growEach a timeline to follow a personImprinted in the snowTo last forA moment, an hour, a day, a lifetime…
Imagine being blind. You’ve been blind your entire life but you didn’t realize that it wasn’t normal until early high school when you found out that other people have been able to see this whole time. There’s undoubtedly some disappointment as you’re going to miss out on an entire part of living that everyone else gets to experience but overall you learn how to live with it and find pride in it. And it’s always a good time when you…
Krch krch krch. The dry grass folded under my feet as I walked along the mountain bike trail. It wound its way lazily up the hill, around the few trees that dotted the landscape, and finally ended where a railroad tie lay embedded in the hilltop. There were shorter paths up the hill, but I was fine with a longer walk if it meant less steep of an incline. It was a nice night anyhow, cool enough for pants and…
I live in a dorm on my college campus with my roommate. It’s a rare occasion for there not to be someone in the room, and even rarer that it’s only us. Normally there’s a friend from down the hall or someone from upstairs. Nearly all of our friends are mutual, which makes having them over rather simple. We really only have one gal over who’s a regular at our room, and when it’s only her, my roommate, and I,…