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5 Simple Rules for Happiness 1. Free your heart from hatred 2. Free your mind from worries 3. Live simply 4. Give more 5. Expect less

Welcome to my world


Life is a constant pursuit, this is my journey.

William Wordsworth's Ode: Intimations of Immortality

"...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass,

of glory in the flower; we will grieve not, rather find

strength in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering;

... In the faith that looks through death...

Thanks to the human heart by which we live

Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears

To me the meanest flower that blows, can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Ch. 1 Passion and Angst

“Ever notice how quiet it gets right before you’re about to kiss someone?” Cindy mused staring up at the night sky.

“No…don’t really think about that kind of thing.” David shrugged, shuffling his feet back and forth.

“You know, the first time, that first kiss. There’s a moment, right before, when everything gets really still, and all you can feel is each other’s heat and breath and everything kind of slows down.” She stared at the sky, lost in her words.

David looked over at her, all pale and moonlight dancing off her face. Her blonde hair was down and blowing in the light breeze, held up only on the left side by a single barrette that showed her small little ear. He wondered what made her think of this and if maybe she was giving him some kind of signal or something.

“Anyway…” she broke her train of thought with a sigh and a smile as she turned back around to face him. “C’mon, let’s go back.” she said. David knew the moment was gone as she playfully pushed him and starting walking back to the party.

“So what are you thinking of doing this summer with all the free time you’ll have?” She smirked back at him.

“I don’t know….think I might take it easy for a bit, do a little fishing, camping, maybe write some..” David grinned broadly, his hands stuck firmly in his pockets, “ Why, what are you doing, any big plans?”

Cindy paused for a second, thinking about her upcoming move. She hadn’t mentioned it to David yet, too worried it would change things between them. He was her best friend, her sole confident. He should have been the first person she told, but for some reason she had been putting it off, not sure how to say it.

“Umm, well…actually I am thinking of moving…" she started fidgeting with her hands, suddenly very aware of her fingers and how humid the night air was, that it made them a little damp with moisture. "Okay, I am moving, I’m going back home.” She held her breath for a minute, there it was.

“What?? Since when are you moving?” He scrunched his face up confused. He was used to her impulsivity and spontaneity but this was extreme even for her.

Cindy looked over seeming distracted; he looks so cute, she thought, all bewildered with her news. His dark, furrowed brow showing his concern. She was really going to miss that.

“This is a little out of the blue,” he muttered when she didn’t say anything.

Cindy stopped and turned to look at him, a sad resigned look on her face.

“I’m going back, it’s been too long, eight years is a really long time to be away from your family, I miss them David.”

“Sure you do, but isn’t this kind of sudden?” He stood looking puzzled, secretly thinking in the back of his mind he’d always known this moment was coming, dreading it more like.

“Been thinking about it for awhile…..this place isn’t right for me anymore, it’s time to go I think. I need to finish school, I need a change.”

“Yea…..I know you do.” David looked down at his feet, pushing the sand around with his right foot, looking up he said “It’s not going to be the same without you here.”

She grinned and laughed, “Yea right, you’ve been waiting to get rid of me.” Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight and she flashed that big smile of hers, ear to ear, the one that made her eyes sparkle and the small dimple in her right cheek show. She had seven smiles and this was one of his favorites. She used it anytime she was either trying to get something or looking to downplay the situation. This time was obviously the latter.
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This is a rough draft of a short story I’m working on, maybe it will turn into something more, but for now it’s just the beginning of something I was inspired to write.