Ten minutes of enchantment: Missing Michigan
It was snowing when I got out of work today. I gasped when I saw it. Foreign flakes swirling madly in a desert wind. I walked into it slowly, allowing myself to become engulfed in the biting flurry. It came down swiftly and in waves, as if being thrown with anger from the sky. My coat was wet, the city streets shining and slick. Everything was eerily quiet and empty, and I imagined families of...
"That wind is calling my name."
As I stand on the edge of my next adventure(s), I can’t help but reflect on the places I’ve been. I wasn’t even planning on writing tonight, and then the words came. And they did not stop for a long, long time: The elevator was out, so I climbed twelve flights of dark stairs with a not-entirely-healed leg today, bare feet padding on the cement floor, sunglasses on my head,...
It's a plan. A real life plan.
This is it, guys. Life is about to get really, really exciting. (And here I thought life was pretty darn good already)
Let's hear it for reality.
Why do I always find the guys who say things like: “Oh my gosh, you’re just perfect.” “You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met.” “There isn’t a single thing I would change about you.” “I don’t think I would ever get annoyed of you.” For Pete’s sake, just shut up. Can we get into a relationship with the...
To keep you right.
“We’re pathetic.” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, tilting her head forward in the dim light. “No. We’re not pathetic. We are entirely too human. And it’s frustrating.”