Nonfiction

WISHES

My wish for January 18 2020 is to try to make the world a better place.
My wish for May 10 2034 is to be a chemist. 
My wish for May 10 2059 is to work for United Nations.

It was my third or fourth birthday, if I recall correctly. I had been given a pair of small, green, frog faced rubber boots. I loved those boots from the second I saw them, I pulled them on and ran outside, to splash in the puddles.

    The moon glowed brightly, casting a silvery hue on the whole clearing. The tall grasses swayed peacefully to a melody only they could hear and the water lapped against the shore in a gentle rhythm.

I was either five or six years old when I came up with a simple answer to a question our family often faced which always seemed to require long explanations.

I'm looking to improve upon the work I did last year. The play centered around two people lost in the woods, who proceed to argue about what their next course of action should be.

Hey all,

The subway rattles and we sit down. 14 stops ahead of us-we have plenty of time. I look up to see a delicate lady with pale skin, long red-brown hair with streaks of gray in it and the bluest eyes.

me? you want me, to write about me? don't I do enouph of that allready? 
 

i've been talking about this for months, and finally, here it is: we have officially commenced filming hazel's house.

I could not believe the mystique of all the little bodies of water through the fog as we were coming in for the landing above Tampa Florida early on a mid November morning.

I could not believe the mystique of the Grand Canyon as we drove over the hill in the car. I could see the other side of the canyon but thought that it was a distant mountain range. The color of the sandstone was like no color I had seen before.

Thanks to Maisie N, Lady Midnight and BorayZ for joining up on the first video conference. I would share the recording but it seems my screen sharing was not working properly. Sorry. I'll come up with a better app the next time.