there are some days - i swear - when i am that most awkward human being to walk the face of the earth. and what kills me is that i realize that i’m being awkward but i am powerless to fix it. i become speechless, making the situation more awkward, while the outgoing part of me is trapped inside screaming “YOU IDIOT!” i thought that i would out grow this. guess not.
rain washed drives in a tiny town
returning home leads to strange revelations. amid the cornstalks and rainy fields of my home town, i’ve had time to reflect. its an easy thing to do - what with the lack of things to do in this small town and the endless hours i spend driving. there is something about it that makes my wheels turn in a way that i’ve missed since moving to the city for school. driving alone in the rain,...
i have stood in the place where Thoreau met Walden i have felt the same wind i have tread the same soil i have seen the same ice i have heard the same sound of progress and the last cries of nature to stand there on those sandy shores in the wilderness of concord still leaves me in amazement in awe and wonder to have been able to experience such a place as Walden Pond