It was the summer of 2011 and I had just finished a long, hard run and was quite proud of myself for not tripping, falling or shearing off any sort of skin on my body.
To paint the picture more clearly, I looked like I had just gone for a swim in a sticky, salty creek that also had caused all the blood to rush to my face. My hair was falling out of my ponytail, with strange curls sticking up in every direction. I was wearing clothes that should match, but were instead ill-fitting and causing some sort of chafing on my legs and boobs. This was causing me to walk like I had been...
About a block from my house is a very beautiful, old church. Although I have yet to see the inside of the church, I have great views of it from my apartment, especially from my porch.
I often can be found out on my porch breathing in the fresh air and contemplating life as I stare off into the distance at the church steeples. What is the meaning of life? Where did we come from? Who are we? Where are we going?
Usually the only reason I’m on my porch is to have the occasional cigarette. Hey! I might be contemplating life. You don’t know.
But usually I’m just contemplating...