Month: September 2015

Floating?

Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Two

I can float. I have floated with my head above water for years now. But have I really been floating? If I am doing fine by myself, then why do I cling tightly to this buoy. If I am doing fine then why do I find myself drowning when my buoy floats away? I sink down, desperately reaching into the murky darkness for something to curl my outstretched fingers around. There, just before I completely lose sight of the surface, another buoy enters my grasp. Back at the surface I hold on even tighter, hoping that I can put on a convincing show of floating on my own. Praying that this life preserver does not slip away like the last.

Until Tomorrow,

~WCG

My Favorite Kind of Day

Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Eight

Today was my favorite kind of day. It rained so hard that I looked like I had just gone swimming when I arrived at my class, even though I had an umbrella. Raindrops beaded the windows of the tram and the classrooms. I sat curled up on my couch next to my window that was open just enough for me to be able to hear the pitter-patter of rain on the pavement. It was the kind of day that only happens at the end of summer that gives you a sneak peak at what winter will be like. It was my favorite kind of day.

Until Tomorrow,

~WCG

History Made

Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Six

There is a story going around the internet about April Goss, the second female to score in a NCAA College Football game. In the video accompanying the article, you see her kicking the extra point and then being lifted up and carried off the field by her teammates. I do not know what it is about stories like these but I love them. So here you go: April Goss: History Made

Until Tomorrow,

~WCG