Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A return

In the midst of winter we forget how beautiful spring is. We believe it may never come again; but without fail, and despite how horribly cold and gray its predecessor was it always returns. And with its return it brings an appreciation for its beauty that is greater than ever before.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

A step

The anger has passed and now only sadness remains. And now I'm left a little girl on the playground asking my daddy why some of my friends don't want to play with me anymore.