Afternoon Walks

When my teachers asked me to write an essay, I wish I got excited. I wish I knew all the right words, sentences and phrase to stick together to make every piece of writing of mine just perfect. I want it all to come to me instantaneously and it would be wonderful. Not only essays though, I want to be able to spill out the beautiful thoughts that invade my brain and raid it silly, onto paper in a way that everyone will know just how beautiful a mind can be.

I walked to class today, with a smile on my brain, not sure if it was shining through to my face. I looked up and from behind my sunglasses I peeked at the sun as it peeked at me from behind a cloud. Both of us shielded, but I don't want to hide from the sun. I want to go to my place where I can be vulnerable with the sun. . . the sky, and it can be vulnerable with me. As I was peeking at the sun though, I realized I might be the only one holding back here, because I could see the sun, naked, though hiding behind a cloud, not weighed down and clothed by its many rays. Just as I looked away, it jumped from behind the clouds and shined its rays on me. Our moment was over. The blue sky ahead of me, barely showing through the white clouds, made me want to reach up and touch the impossible. But I can't touch the impossible, it's not possible with my human hands.