Mocha Sea

Crisp air that stands supposed thermal hairs on end encapsulates. With each step, the water creeps up the back of pants, saturating heels and toes that 'flip, flop' in autumnal drops. Books hang heavy on shoulders that shiver in a gentle cold that snuck in on the back of thick sunlight while deceiving the senses. Chilled hands grasp the paper cup and absorb the single core that is liquid warmth. Dream of diving into the mocha sea and float on its frothy goodness.

Sequenced Liberation

It's funny how one of the things that you really enjoy in life does not even fit into your own schedule. An english major who longs to write about little daily occurances, hasn't the time. What a craft, to take experience of the littlest kind and turn it into something so big, that perhaps only the author will truly appreciate its meaning and depth. Until those sequenced moments of liberation, one must scratch down catalysts on stained napkins and folded receipts while driving.
Make time for what you enjoy... What a concept!

J'adore l'automn

Invisible kinetics, push to movement that gently grazes green-saturated tendrils, who uniformly sway with each worldly exhalation. Moon of the fullest, gracefully dance with the dainty beams that reach so far just to glide with you over atmospheric ballrooms. Rainy day drops drip on exhausted petals that fall to the ground with the weight of hydration. A single rusted leaf dances spirally into the arms of its mother. Welcome fall!