The white silhouette of a familiar landscape. In the reflected sunlight snow melts, dripping from the thin branches. The leafless trees, whose furthest branches bow beneath the white weight, shiver in the wind. Children- college students- dart through the cold, breakfast and work motivate their speed. Alone in my room and choreless, I'm not yet cold but dread my emmersion.
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Rousseau with breakfast
Freezing fingers ruffle French news
Christmas noise surrounds me
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Life's unpredictable: some days it works. Some days are difficult to get through. With college a day lasts a week, I get to feel defeated and invincible on the same day. Directing feels wonderful, I'm working on a 10 minute original work for a short plays festival. My vision has been realized, and nobody's laughed, pointed and said "you're not a director." I have hope.
In general: hope for the holidays, for my future, for my present. Hope for my friends. Hope for my family. Hope for all the music that has found it's way into my life. The future seems especially cloudy these days (even each tomorrow is very unpredictable), it's becoming easier to appreciate that, rather than dread it.
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