Writing

Today it snowed for the first time this winter. We had classes but you woke up early, so of course I did too. 

"Let's skip today," you said. "This day is too special to waste on classes." 

A mesmerizing sunrise rose over The Shining City, bringing with it a mix of reds, oranges, blues, and purples to start the day. Spring was ending and summer was starting, and it was getting hot outside already.

her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins

and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too

and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked

What is this

you know what this is

it scares me

it's real

I don't like this

don't deny it

I don't know what to do about it

it's not the end of the world

at dusk

sun setting on an april day in paris 

I messaged you 

as if I was sending letters

by carrier pigeon 

to an enemy fort 

hidden in the alps 

     I am having a dream about the senior class graduating.

     It is a beautiful day

     And I am watching from a hill

     Sobbing as the hats fly off