Coco

The war was over,

or maybe it hadn’t begun.

The sky hummed like a sweet lullaby,

and the fields grew wild with unbothered color.

Children ran barefoot through puddles

It’s 6 AM at the end of September, and Vermont's trees are transitioning into their autumn beauty. The mornings are my favorite: the quiet, peacefulness, and calm of the world are one of a kind.

Walking through the college greens 

On a warm night

Some random song stuck in my head

Playing on repeat once again

Smelling the new flowers blooming 

In the garden near my favorite picnic table