Reid@YWP

The moon is waning, 
slipping away into the night, 

much like my mind. 

As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and — 

Even your favorite subject can be your hardest.  

Even the "smart ones" will fail. 

Even good grades become futile.  

Even a textbook won't teach you.   

My freshman year was sterile

I was separated, regulated

It smelled of hand sanitizer and soap

The hallways were one way only

“Oh. Okay, I see. Well, another time then. What about winter break? Oh, of course, I understand. Well, don’t worry, honey. We’ll figure something out.

I’ve seen a million sunsets and sunrises, yet each day still dawns with new surprises. As the sun peaks its golden rays over the green mountains, Vermont’s future stretches out with new horizons.