Golden Rays

The golden grain swayed in the wind like the careless blond curls of a child.  Bending down playfully and catching the light reflecting it right back in a radiant warm joy.  Small individual grains escaped into the wind without worry, as the curls run away from behind a small girl’s ear, without caution.

Curiosity Caught The Boy

He peered my way, the curiosity practically pooling around him.  Fidgeting, unable to pay any attention to his English, now that there was a secret to be heard.  I couldn’t help but smile, trying to keep from giggling like a little girl at a boy with cooties.  I accidentally slipped, teasing him with comments only to be met with even greater curiosity.  I could see it in his eyes, just bursting to know.  He grabbed the toe of my shoe, shaking it pleadingly, like an adorable child wishing with all his might for a toy in the window.  He threatened with joking, knowing it was useless.  His insistence, however, didn’t drain.  He continued, making it known that he intended to know my secret.  As the minutes slipped away before the starting of our class he tried frantically to get me to spill.  It was too enjoyable to see him be so unexpectedly curious that I could hardly give up such a small secret.  It was underwhelming compared to the mountain that now stood in its way. 

Night Walk

    

I walked up the hill towards the golf course, letting my shoes sink slightly into the snow with each new step.  The cold seeped through my shoes and kept my toes captive, but I hardly noticed as the wind demanded my attention, tugging at my scarf insistently.  It rushed past my ears filling the quiet night like the echoing trains in a deserted subway station, complete with the flickering lights of the campus left far behind. Lacing my numb fingers through the chain metal fence I peered through the smooth metal rings to see the familiar ever billowing smoke clouds push and shove as rude as always to make their way out of the smoke stacks, over the icy Ohio river and spread far and wide across the sky to keep all possible stars out of sight.  The river, however, was not put out.  It cleverly reflected just as brightly as the hidden stars, making due with the multicolored lights.  The waters continued the milky way of sparkling glimmers up the mountains on the other side of the flowing river of stolen lights. 

Life Is Like Knitting

 Life is like knitting.  You start out small, and it seems to take forever to make any progress, watching the yarns slip through your hands, unable to hold onto it more than a moment if you wish to go on.  No one knows what you’re making and you yourself are not quite sure how it will turn out, but you go one anyway because you can’t stop without giving up all hope.  You only wish to look back on your hard work and progress at the end and be content with how you managed to pull through all that time.