Opinion

When I step out the door, I feel the crisp breeze brushing against my face

I see the leaf's falling from the trees

Watching them turn green, yellow, orange, and red

That's when I know its Autumn

We all live different lives

We all feel different feelings

"What's wrong with being different?"

That is the question I ask myself every day

Yet I still don't know the answer

We are running from 

Ourselves 

Because we have built 

Ourselves 

As a single entity 

Connected by invisible strings 

I'm getting older. 

I often struggle to notice.  

I'm with myself all the time, 

I know myself better than anyone.  

Frankly, the multiverse and space and galaxies freak me out.

But in a good way.

I think it's fascinating, but the category is just so huge and so impossible to compute.

It's crazy.

The sky was red. 

Okay maybe it wasn’t completely red. 

Kinda orange. 

A scene from "Dune" when you think about it. 

Just bizarre. 

It rained for a couple of days two months ago so I went driving around for a while just to see the flooding. I noticed that most of the roads were in rough condition or just unsafe.

It's only been about four weeks since President Joe Biden announced he would end his reelection campaign, and endorsed Vice President Kamala Harris for President.

My name is Amelia.  

I am 17 years old 

And I am afraid for my future. 

I am tired of old men 

Deciding how I will live,  

Determining the world in which 

She's finally ahead in the presidential race. The way my hope lifted when I heard that news. And the disbelief on my face? How, after ten months? I was sure I was going to be screaming from my porch on election day, "Why, why?

Last year, floods ransacked Vermont.

They stole. They destroyed. They even killed.

While the rest of the country dealt with extreme heat,

Vermont was struggling just as much with the floods.

Is the main character actually the main character?