When I get back from school, I don’t take off my shoes until I’ve walked my dog. We venture up and down through our hilly neighborhood, stopping occasionally while he sniffs at various bushes along the sidewalk. Sometimes we run, and my lungs will be screaming for air after reaching the top of a steep slope, but the rush of moving so quickly is worth it. Continue reading
I didn’t quite expect my senses to be so overwhelmed. Continue reading
I only have myself to blame for my endlessly running mind.
I can’t remember how long we stood there in the dying grass under the pulsing sky, feeling the breeze brush our noses as the snuffling noises of Rory’s two dogs filled our ears.
It seemed to be a good night for wishes, because Rory must have spotted at least five different shooting stars. It’s nice to know that the universe might hear our desire for response once in a while.
We saw satellites, too. They reminded me of the water bugs that skim the surfaces of ponds, balancing precariously on nothing but tension between water molecules. Continue reading
I have taken Caltrain twice in my lifetime.
As I sat and watched the landscape fly by outside the window, I was also extremely conscious of those surrounding me. The man with the bright orange bike and even brighter shirt. The girl with a tired-looking book-bag slung across her shoulder, headphones in and eyes closed. The young boy chattering excitedly to someone that looked to be his mother- “Mommy, train run fast? Train fly far!” Continue reading
Walking to school on that path near the eucalyptus trees in the morning– it’s really something special…
First I’m fine, walking at an even pace down the pavement with music pounding in my ears. I have no second thoughts about how I might be damaging my eardrums because I’m far more concerned with the drumbeat in the background. Maybe I should start thinking about it? Continue reading