Nonfiction

 

It was 65 degrees in April 
Warm enough for bare arms, exposed shoulders. 
I wear heavy snow pants, and a tank top to defend against the heat. 
Goggles and helmet.

 

I like the mornings, the sun just starting to crest over the mountains. The way the sun rays peek through trees and dance on the motionless lake. I love the way the sun gently rocks me awake in the morning and the taste of the first drops of sun.

Dreams. I dream of things far and wide; new things, old things. Dreams are where I see my creativity fly free. From floating through the air to beating a cheetah in a race, dreams are where you can do everything.

While some may say that extraterrestrial entities simply do not exist, others are very much convinced that they do indeed exist such as I. One may come to a conclusion based entirely off of where their information proceeds from.

      Morals.

    When I was younger I had this one dream that kept occurring at random times. It was one of those dreams that you can’t explain what was happening.

Dreaming