Ha ha!
Shoe-la-la!
French competition. Yikes. Coming up.
The Grimm Bros. fairy tales are very interesting. So much to analyze and take apart.
L'homme de mes rêves.
UF, I shake my fist at thee.
There is the most beautiful song Ms. Vicky is having me sing. I love it. It's a poem/song taken from Richard III. I love the piano book it's from because a lot of the songs are poems put to music. Quite lovely.
I love driving at about 7:30 pm.
Today I saw an incredibly pristine sky.
Words were deftly stolen from my mouth after I just happened to look to my left and saw the purest, simplest sliver of a crescent moon . Thinking of how nebulous it was today, the clarity of this evening's sky literally made my jaw drop. It was a perfect arc; its curved points faced upward towards space.
It was just so crisp, like someone fashioned a fine silver charm for a thin, delicate necklace. It looked like it was made from crystal, and if anyone were to touch it, it would shatter into a million pieces. All at the same time it appeared to be spun from tiny gossamer threads.
Beautiful.
As powerful a sight as it was, this moon was just so dainty and ethereal that my mind was having trouble fathoming such a sight.
This evening's sky was a painting.
But now it's gone.
I cannot go back and stare at it for hours. I can't study it and comprehend all the fine details and painstaking brush strokes that formed this celestial moon.
It's gone. And tomorrow there will be a new one to look at,
but in my entire life, I will never recapture the absolute refined beauty of the crescent moon that graced our infinite abyss on Tuesday, March 20, 2007 at 7:45 pm.
French competition. Yikes. Coming up.
The Grimm Bros. fairy tales are very interesting. So much to analyze and take apart.
L'homme de mes rêves.
UF, I shake my fist at thee.
There is the most beautiful song Ms. Vicky is having me sing. I love it. It's a poem/song taken from Richard III. I love the piano book it's from because a lot of the songs are poems put to music. Quite lovely.
I love driving at about 7:30 pm.
Today I saw an incredibly pristine sky.
Words were deftly stolen from my mouth after I just happened to look to my left and saw the purest, simplest sliver of a crescent moon . Thinking of how nebulous it was today, the clarity of this evening's sky literally made my jaw drop. It was a perfect arc; its curved points faced upward towards space.
It was just so crisp, like someone fashioned a fine silver charm for a thin, delicate necklace. It looked like it was made from crystal, and if anyone were to touch it, it would shatter into a million pieces. All at the same time it appeared to be spun from tiny gossamer threads.
Beautiful.
As powerful a sight as it was, this moon was just so dainty and ethereal that my mind was having trouble fathoming such a sight.
This evening's sky was a painting.
But now it's gone.
I cannot go back and stare at it for hours. I can't study it and comprehend all the fine details and painstaking brush strokes that formed this celestial moon.
It's gone. And tomorrow there will be a new one to look at,
but in my entire life, I will never recapture the absolute refined beauty of the crescent moon that graced our infinite abyss on Tuesday, March 20, 2007 at 7:45 pm.