Last

Today will be our last class. It is a sort of bitter sweet feeling. I have grown to love, and yes sometimes hate, this class. But all in all I enjoy the time spent here. We have grown together as a class, as individuals and as students. So many things happened in this class, some good, some bad. But nothing in the ordinary. We all come from different walks in life. And the memoir really showed just how different we all are. That what is on the out side is not necessarily what is happening on the inside. We discussed how we felt about the different pieces that we read. then would write our reactions. We worked together as a team and wrote a research paper. We take away great memories and knowledge for the future.

Got it

An eagle leaves the branch as a chipmunk climbs the base. Nothing new happens... Nothing new. But far off, there is a haze. A fog that settles uneasily in the distance. The sun caresses the hem of the new day. A golden glow fills the sky with a beauty everlasting. A sweet aroma enriches the surrounding atmosphere. Gasping for a breath anew. Hoping to become something more. An eerie silence looms over hauntingly. Every branch, every skitter becomes a tingling up the spine. One more glance, one more sweep across the horizon. Nothing new, nothing new.

Snowflakes

We live to much in the now. To much in the moment. Almost forgetting who we are, letting little things get us down. Not remembering what there is to come. Sugar coating the bad, and letting the wonderful things slip past us. We need to let the little moments that are precious guide us, encircle us. Entrance our every thought. To push us forward to what we are supposed to be, what we dream to be. Hold onto those, don't let your dreams fall. Instead let the snowflakes fall on your eyelashes. Listen to your heart, breath in and look towards what is to come.