Jessica: I Live
I live in my heartbeat, in the taste of my coffee, in the lightheaded awe of looking up at trees, in the wind on my skin, surprisingly cool on a bright summer morning, startling goose bumps.
Eliza: A Christmas Story
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a little girl received an angel decoration.
Scott: Memory
If there is one thing left after we’re gone, one small thing that matters, even an echo in a canyon, even a faint scent on a breeze, then we haven’t lived in vain, have we?
Chloe: Air
I may yet be forgotten by the wind in its perpetual unrest as I stand here, small and quiet, watching the waves, touching the breeze.
Scott: Crit
Sometimes the world gives me a garland of fears, a skin-vexing hair shirt, a bucket of tears. Sometimes it allows me ineffable cheer, the beauty of heavens, the music of spheres.