In Pursuit of Beauty_Terrific, Terrible, and…Terrifying_New Year, New Beginning_Once upon your sky
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In Pursuit of Beauty
I look in the mirror one last time, to say goodbye to the face that I have known all my life. The source of so much pain, so much agony. Goodbye bulbous nose, I never needed you in a size XL to pick up scents from faraway lands. Goodbye protruding ears, you were unnecessary since I’m not an elephant in the Savannah. Goodbye tiny eyes, you served me well, but it would have been nice if you’d opened up a little more. Goodbye thin lips - need I say more? Goodbye missing eyebrows, why did you never show up for me? Even as I know I won’t miss a single feature, I feel a strange nostalgia creep over ...
Terrific, Terrible, and…Terrifying
It’s a warm sunny Saturday, May 12, 1990 and I’m driving to a job interview near Villaines-la-Juhel, in the Mayenne department of France, and as I approach I’m passing through one of the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen. I’m thinking to myself as I drive “I have to get this job, this place is too beautiful!” I’ve seen paintings of the area done by Camille Pissaro, but the effect of seeing this beauty in all its flowery May splendor is almost too overwhelming. I decide that I will ace the interview and come to live here. “It’s all up to you to make it happen.” I tell myself.The company ...
New Year, New Beginning
Joan put on the snowflake earrings, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The tiny emeralds and diamonds sparkled at the slightest movement of her head, and she cherished them. They were the last gift Joan received from Harry. As if controlled by a puppeteer, her head moved in the direction of the silver framed photo of the two of them. His hair, while greying at the temples, did nothing to deter his boyish good looks. His head was leaning in to hers, and anyone could see how happy they were. The photo was taken at the last New Year’s Eve party they’d attended before he—. Shaking her he...
Once upon your sky
There are seventeen dreams in the sky. You count the ones within your field of vision, for there is only a limited swath of that cerulean fabric available to your naked eye at a single glance.Seventeen of them; or at least, seventeen of which have discernible shapes.Some of your favorites:The head of a whale, breaching the swell of a cresting wave. A pair of ballet slippers, the wispy breath of satin ribbons trailing behind them. A small hand, curled into the shape of a fist. A gummy bear, a deliciously large piece of cumulus candy. Your mother tells you that this is where dreams go at night....