The din of an airplane is muffled by the encompassing darkness. You can’t tell where the ground ends and the sky starts. Pinpricks of light on the ground are as scattered as the stars in the sky, and it feels like you’re sweeping through pure, empty space. A few minutes later, as the moon rises higher, a wrinkled mountain range is visible, illuminated by soft white moonlight. Pure wilderness surrounds isolated homes, on slopes and white-crested peaks. It’s silently, desperately beautiful.  

Few headlights fly past on the lone highway. Sloping mountains are barely lit in the blackness of night by the moonlight. Everything is hidden from sight, blanketed under the dark sky. It’s up to the imagination what it looks like.

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First Morning Since the Unthinkable

Something short I wrote after recent events. 

I walk up the stairs, feet scuffing the worn concrete. My bag feels heavy on my shoulders. My vision blurs as I brush past the blue ribbons hanging from the railing and I retreat into my tumultuous thoughts.

The halls are quiet today.

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Autumn is for Quiet Days

Autumn is for quiet days

With headphones in, acoustic afternoons

With a note for each leaf that flutters from the trees,

For sweaters that comfort from the chilled winds,

For slow sips of warm tea

With hints of orange and nutmeg.

Autumn is for long poems

With mesmerizing images and shimmering words,

For dusty sunbeams

That flicker between golden trees,

For the contrast of gray mornings

And bright leaves.

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In Boston

On our trip to Massachusetts, of course it was necessary to spend a day or two in Boston. I don’t know why, but it’s one of my favorite places to just wander through- taking in all the sights and sounds of the city. I don’t often find myself in a city so it’s really a wonderful experience to even just be there!
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What Is Music Like?

When a piece is filled with emotion, I become quiet and contemplative, and almost adapt the emotion of the music. I wish I could express what the music made me feel, but I realize the only thing describing the feeling is the music itself.

The way the melodies rise and fall, carrying your soul upon its shimmering waves, and you float past the beautiful images your mind dreams up. As you soar through the rippling scenes, but it’s all something only you can see. And everyone will see something different. The notes tell but one story, but all the stories imaginable at the same time. The notes rise and the harmony fills in underneath it and the music grows and you inhale to take it all in while all the wonder of the lyrical music washes over you.
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