The Bucket List Runner_Saturday Latte_The Soaking of Snow_Lunar Eclipse
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The Bucket List Runner
Warning: Discussion of Breast Cancer Lisa balances on one foot and pulls the other one behind her grasping onto her electric blue tennis shoes. She feels the stretch on top of her thigh. She holds it there for a bit and then lets her foot go and does the same with the other one. She crouched on one foot, leaving the other foot on the ground, and felt the stretch on her inner thigh. She switches her position again so she is crouchedwww.onedoor.cc on the other foot. Her orange pants were a little obnoxious, but Lisa didn’t care. The morning was frosty. There was possibly rain today, but the race was ha...
Saturday Latte
It was supposed to be a great day, and I took off work and bought flowers and a cake. I visited my favorite cafe, which I usually only stopped at on Saturday mornings, but I treated myself on this delightful Thursday. The cashier, a young, bright-eyed guy, commented on the oddity. Of course, I had to gloat when given the reason. It was my two-year anniversary with my boyfriend, and I planned on going to his apartment, which I had a key to, and setting up a cute anniversary dinner while he was at work. The cashier, Noah, according to his name tag, seemed to have stiffened when I said this, a s...
The Soaking of Snow
“That's right folks, it's gonna be another cold one! Plus 3 feet of snow! Careful driving out there, the roads are already covered!” The weatherman bellowed on the 6 o’clock news. More snow. More unique flakes cascading through the air, banding together to create mountains. Each flake had its own shape, the frozen water branches out into different directions. The beauty should take your breath away, instead the cold air shows us our breath, small clouds forming around our lips. The only downside is when the cold air stings your face like tiny needles, a small price to pay for the beauty of s...
Lunar Eclipse
Is she the sun? Her eyes are bright and her skin is golden, saturated to a warm coffee brown. She lies flat beside me on the sand, her smile sweet and dimples indenting her cheeks. A constellation of freckles shift and shimmer and undulate along the crinkles in her skin. Perhaps it is the slow fluttering of her lashes, or the sheen of ocean water glistening along her exposed clavicles that pull the question to the forefront of my mind. Or perhaps it is the warmth she tugs to life beneath my skin, in my veins. She must be the sun.Is she the sun? I feel lethargic under her exuberance, under the ...