I can’t wait for the snow. As cold as it gets, it’s so worth it. That first snowfall when New York is covered in it’s first all white blanket, you can sit and realize how beautiful it is.
We all have our own way of doing things.
Sometimes we just have to dive in, go for the unknown, take risks without any idea what we are getting ourselves into. I don’t do it enough, but there is always time to change right?
So delicate. The human body floats on the verge of living and death every corner we turn and we don’t often take the time to realize how delicate we really are.
Memories are the one thing that we as humans use to get us by. We have to be able to remember how to be happy and remember how to cope to certain events. Letters are a way for us to keep our memories vivid, keep them safely beneath a tiny sheet of paper tied up with a twine ribbon.
When you catch your eye on the first bud of the season you always can feel a little warmth growing. I simply believe it’s because you are seeing life, not something that you seen like natural human birth but something much more powerful, the world around you.
Places like this exist in my hometown, and honestly something I miss so much. Being able to be wandering through the woods and come upon a clearing. Nothing is clear in the city, that’s for sure.
When everyone talks about the Earth dying, I always just think about the growth it does. Think about how many things fall and grow ontop of each other. Slowly buildings get engulfed by nature and we let it be. The ocean swallows ships and it just keeps on growing.
I love when a body of water is so clear that you can see a crystal clear reflection. I want to sit there and watch it for hours, and hope that nothing disturbs it. The only think I let my mind allow as a disturbance is the wind.
Waterfalls emerge as a constant reminder that nothing is ever as it seems. You look before you and there appears just to be a hill and then you see that it just plummets. We just have to go into things with a blind eye most of the time.
This is a sight I would love to see but I’m not about to go underwater. It’s just not something I can bring myself to do. Seeing so much life around you, with a complete different view is something that people don’t get to see often.
There is so many times in life when we are sitting at one end of things not having the faintest idea what to do to get to the other side. We are left with just tiny short skips that are left to be figured out. These are the moments when you really have to get creative.
In upstate new york, there isn’t much to do compared to everyone’s arguments. One of the essentials was the swimming in obscure places. I never was much of a swimmer.
I never got the chance to live on a farm, but my aunt is starting one now. There is just something about the idea of being so self sufficient that makes me jealous. I want to be able to watch things from start to finish, something that doesn’t happen often.
In my town, the fog is always rolling it. It overtakes almost everything, leaves you shuddering under it’s weight. It swallows cars, streets, people and signs. It leaves you utterly lost for the two minutes.