March 14 - Ruining the Picture

Laying on the ground, wrapped in a blanket, next to people I have grown to care for, looking up at the night sky. That's where I am right now. We dragged a tarp and blanket over so we would have somewhere dry to lay amidst the wet grass. I can see so many stars from out here. They point out Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Cassiopeia, Orion, and more as I stare out into the vast darkness above me. They tell the stories of how these creatures got to the sky, but that's all they are: stories. It's so beautiful. Looking up at the night sky, next to people I have grown to care for, wrapped in a blanket, laying on the ground. The only problem is, when I turn my head, I can see the lights of Denver glowing up from the earth, ruining the picture.

March 13 - Jammed Fingers

Soccer can be painful.
Blocking a goal can be dangerous.
And terrifying.
Because you see a ball flying at your face,
and you know that if you don't stop it,
it will go in the goal
and the other team will get a point.
But if you do stop it,
you can either use your face,
or your hand,
or your foot,
or any other part of your body.
Which can be painful.
When I jump to reach the ball,
in the top right corner of the goal,
I use my hands,
which turns out to be the best option.
The only problem is,
when I block the shot,
I jam the thumb and pointer finger
on my right hand
directly into the ball.

March 12 - So Far From Normal

I, myself, am so far from normal.
He, himself, is so far from normal.
She, herself, is so far from normal.
They, themselves, are so far from normal.
We, ourselves, are so far from normal.
You, yourself, are so far from normal.
That we can't even look back
and see
where
normal
is.

March 11 - From Summer to Summer

So bright.

Sunshine blanket.

Where's the shade?

Chilly air.

Leaves are falling.

Wear a sweater.

Flakes are dropping.

Everything's white.

Cold.

It's raining.

Drops from the sky.

Everything's wet.

Ice cream.

Drips down the cone.

Sticky.

March 10 - The Way

The way the grass smells just after it rains.
The way the sun shines from behind the tops of the mountains.
The way my shoes splash through puddles.
The way other units emerge from their houses.
The way everyone looks over the railing to see if it's still raining.
The way the trees glisten in the light.
The way you have to hike through the drizzle to do archery.
The way the radio crackles.
The way they tell everyone to go inside, away from the lightning.
The way everyone jumps when lightning hits the tree right outside the window.
The way the sky lights up when the clouds part.
The way a rainbow appears and you know the evening will be great.
The way a perfect day at Tomahawk goes.

March 9 - Wasn't Going to be Quite so Wonderful

Once upon a time there was a girl. This girl loved the fall, and all of the leaves that came with it. The crisp air gave her a rush of happiness, and she absolutely loved the smell of everything preparing for winter. The girl would play outside for hours. She liked to rake the leaves into piles, and then jump in them, or burry a small treasure inside and proceed to dig through till she found it. Sometimes she would just rake, singing softly to herself or whispering a story. But at the end of everyday, she would have to go inside, and leave the world she loved behind her.
One day she woke up and peeked through the blinds, ready for more leaves to have fallen. But instead of more leaves, there was a slight dusting of snow. The girl knew what this meant: autumn was over, and winter had begun. She could no longer rake the leaves, or play outside without a jacket. Her spirit sank just slightly, and suddenly her wonderful day wasn't going to be quite so wonderful.

March 8 - This is How My Tuesdays Go

I sit down after exiting on stage right, and look back at where Ursula, Triton, Ariel, Sebastian, Flounder, and many other characters are. We just finished the possibly worst scene in the entire show, though it's mostly supposed to be terrible. The mersisters have to sing in the contest, and we have to be terrible so Prince Eric doesn't choose us. Then Ariel jumps down and begins dancing, and we have to laugh at her. The problem is, none of us are very good at the choreography, and we look unsure the entire time. The scene that follows our scene is much better, mostly because Ursula is a great and powerful character, and it is much more practiced than our scene. Anyway, so here I am, watching the second to last scene, and writing this post. This is how my Tuesdays go.