A warm cup of cocoa and sweet thoughts of you
My Christmas Wish
The sun rose and I just had to capture it!
I have actually been looking forward to this presentation all semester long!
What does it really mean to let your mind wander? It might take you to where you actually want to be, but at the same time it could also end up making you think of things that you otherwise wouldn’t have even thought of. I think the mind itself is something that is pretty much uncontested; it is like something that you can never completely even wrap your head around and before you know it you go from one place to another. Maybe it even tries to play a cruel trick on you when you least expect it. There are so many times when I simply lift my eyelids and look over the side for a second and just wonder in that moment. The absence of any pattern gives you the freedom to go off on your own tangents, and it can equally build you up as much as it can break you down. While it might be easy to find confusion resembling a familiar splash painting, it also opens your eyes to the way that you feel as your mind enters this place. I think that very feeling is something that only you can capture as soon as it traces itself through your body. It is something you can only experience, rather than merely talk about. When I wonder, I remind myself that there is always a reason for why my mind has taken me to such a place. Whether it wants to teach me something or try to figure something else out even when I least expect it, it nonetheless brings me to that place where I am surrounded by imagery of all sorts. I see the light reflect off your face, I see you rushing towards me. There is nothing but a blur beyond the shimmer of your glow. You are dressed in multiple layers. It is freezing and I want it to be summer just as much as you do. I am in but a t shirt as I start my trance. What appears to be bird and a few trees to the right appear and all of a sudden start to come and go. I am entranced by the way you color everything as you rush. I see your eyes sparkle as they latch onto mine from a shrinking distance. You begin to bring with you the life of the world around us. I speed up and I am breathing heavily but smiling so wide. I even shake my head a little as to refer to my own disbelief at my drive to run to you. My shirt sticks to my skin, and my face as well as my arms become as red as the passion within me. I am lost for words because my heart is so safe and sound. But you know that. And my words are expressed through something much greater. I feel your skin meet mine and everything becomes okay. That simple touch with the deepest power to inspire a state of tender, kind openness. And in that moment you reached me, and the cloud was gone.
And I began to see some pretty amazing things from above.
But the last one reminds me of you the most.
And when it started to get colder outside, I kept my feet grounded.
That green light stood out when everything else slowly disappeared,
I think I may begin telling the individual stories of each photo, or maybe even in sets as I think they fit together in certain ways.
This was actually my first night at school. There were four or five of us, and we watched from afar. It was incredibly busy, but we were content with taking pictures and carefully observing.
I have been meaning for a while now to somehow compile the photos I have taken over the last three months into something coherent. While this is the very first set of images, I tried to organize them by leaving organization completely out of the picture. Some were taken alone, some were taken while I explored and took them side-by-side with my friends. They were all taken with my cell phone, and so they are surely lacking in quality and for some reason they look even blurrier upon uploading them. I took them as I went, I snapped as I saw. I know they aren’t anything special, but they kind of represent the way I coped with how I was feeling. One day, I decided that I was going to try to take at least one photo every day as a way to document my experience, to be able to look back and maybe once again capture the way I felt in each moment. I like to think that I might have made a collage.
So here I will start,
While each photo has a story behind it, they collectively tell the story of a boy who never stops dreaming.