Thoughts Clank like Pennies and Keys

Today

I took a walk.

At some point in that walk, I decided to climb a tree.

They say man is descended from monkeys. 

I think I missed out on the monkey gene and got a fish ancestor.

A ripped pair of tights and a bruised knee later, I gave up on the climbing a tree absurdity.

Susan is right. In the book of life, I would make a killer damsel in distress.

Nothing like a bruised knee to keep me humble.

So I sat at the base of that darn tree and watched the light fade. 

It is a rare and wonderful thing to find a peaceful place when you live in a manor with 22 other students.

But today my thoughts clanked like a box of pennies and keys- so loud the trees could probably hear.

I bet they are back there gossiping about me right now.

So much has happened since I came here.

Yesterday

It would have been the one year anniversary of me and a boy.

But instead, I spent the day wandering from bookshop to bookshop in search of distraction.

The dress for that very important date hangs sadly in my closet.

Tomorrow

I will watch the sun rise.

And after class, I will go looking for a pool.

I need to swim. 

A solid hour of laps, and my problems will have dissolved.

Good night all.

✉