Waxing Poetic About a New Adventure

Ascending into clouds is euphoric; nothing is on my mind other than wonder and awe.

Watching the clouds go past, seeing peaks and valleys and rivers in a sea of softness. It looks so solid, like it could be a land itself, but to put too much trust in something so beautiful would be unwise. I’ll continue to watch from below, and from above when opportunities arise. In lucky glances, I catch pieces of the patchwork of the earth – sections of land, so small and well organized from up here. Those small pieces are places to explore, fill of opportunity to collect another piece of the puzzle that covers our world. I’m drawn to wonder: what stories does that land hold, of people who live there, people who have died there, people who have visited?

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What Comes First?

If you know me, you know that I’m an active person. I almost always have something on my schedule, and I’m just about always doing something. Most of the time, the people who see me only see me when I’m going to or coming from different events. Student life is a busy life, and working two jobs, three if you count photography, can certainly keep someone occupied.