The After
Life is often split between Befores and Afters. Before you learned how to walk. After you had your first date. Before you received your...
The Empire: Part I
I wake up to dawn. The sun weakly tries to penetrate the clouds, but to no avail. It will have been twenty one days since I last saw the...
The Time of the Season
The summer drifts away, across the landscape, without a second glance. The vibrant green leaves melt into orange and red and the wind...
On Top of the World
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.“ --Henry David Thoreau
Rollover Minutes
The annoying commercial buzzes about rollover minutes on a cellphone plan, boasting that this is one of the reasons that make the company...
The Last Cup of Coffee
The day has been Hell. People have been screaming demands in your ear faster than you can pour yourself a cup of coffee. At the start of...
The Duck and the Crow
On my walk to class, I witnessed the noble fight between the duck and the crow. The duck and his lovely mate were waddling through the...
Gli Alberi
There is something about the simply majesty of a tree that is breathtaking. Often, I find myself looking up through their branches to...
Junk Mail of Life
Stress is like junk mail. It deserves to be looked at briefly to see if it’s of any importance and then thrown out. It will most likely...
What Is Love?
In a society where happily ever afters are the endings to Hollywood movies and expressions such as “I just LOVE your...
