Drought.

She walked down the street that warm summer evening. The pavement rough and dry, scraped the bottom of her shoes and made a sound that echoed off of the three-flats in rows. The fading sun reflected on the windows of the abandoned cars that lined either side of the deserted street. It hadn’t rained in weeks. A cool and unexpected breeze blew, and chilled her to the bone. She had a sudden and unwelcome glimpse of winter. She stopped and so did the sound of her shoes hitting the ground. Clenching her fist, and closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath of warm air and let it fill her lungs, to remind herself that it was still summer.She forced the unwanted thought to the far edge of her memory and tried hard to focus on the path ahead. Once again her shoes hit the pavement with melodic rhythm. She pushed her hands into her pockets. She battled to keep her eyes on the street, but her gaze fell to the ground. The sky darkened and the light on the lonely and solemn street diminished.
Something caught her eye.
It faded in slowly, and then burst across the pavement until it couldn’t be ignored. Something so simple, yet so sinister it brought a small grin to her face.
Chalk.
Drawings, doodles, and sketches mapped out for the world to see. A dragonfly, a car, a dinosaur and the outline of a small body lay on the sidewalk. She pulled memories from her mind. The familiar sound of chalk scraping the ground ran through her ears. She admired the brilliance of the artists and the beauty of the make-shift mural that lay at her feet. As she walked by, taking careful steps so she wouldn’t destroy the delicate masterpiece, a cluster of poorly written words grabbed her attention.“29 days left till scool”The grin left her face and was replaced by a silent glare. She was caught off guard by the sudden and instant reappearance of unwanted thoughts. School. She shivered in the hot summer sunset. The decision had been secretly haunting her since she had made it many months ago. When she had decided not to attend school that coming fall, it was a rash choice that she refused to regret. Soon summer would be over and she would be alone for the first time. Lost, in a world of the unknown and the mysterious. Where the next year would take her, she was unsure of. She was fearful.Just as suddenly as her epiphany had begun, it came to an abrupt end.
A crash of thunder. She stared at the ominous sky. Rain falls slowly at first, and then pours down in sheets. She looked down at the sidewalk and was quickly filled with sorrow. Colorful rivers of pink, blue, orange, and green run together and wash away the pictures. The poorly written words, carried off by the relentless rain. She lifted her head, her wet hair clinging to her face and neck, slid her hands into her pockets and continued walking. The street was silent except for the falling rain and her shoes splashing through puddles.

Small Talk.

She exudes passion and contempt as the rain steadily pours. He waits for her in the awkward silence. The words are there, but they won't leave her lips, they sit impatiently in her throat. Not yet...
Bitting her lips to hold back the anxious words; their eyes meet. With a deflecting blink the moment ends and they turn away. That was not the way she had planned it. A gulp of air to calm the butterflies. Deep breathes. A wave of disapointment engulfs her. Another chance shot down by her own insecurities. When will the mass murder of oppertunities end?
Disapointment tears begin to well in her eyes and like the rain, they pour in silence, more in anger than in sadness.
Tell him.
She shakes the rain from her face and stands with an uneasy and forced confidence. Her heart beats with a desire to finally be let go. He stands before her. The words are there again, more aprehensive than ever before. They are ready to burst forward from her mouth.
She reaches to hold them back, but this time theres no stoping them...They broke free!
"I LOVE YOU!"

Coffee House Confession

“I need to get out of here…” she says with a sigh. We sat at a table in a small café just walking distance from the concert hall where we met.
Her eyes were focused on the snow silently falling on the crowded street. We had been over this about a hundred times. Her eyes moved to mine searching for my response. I locked into her eyes and said nothing.
“I was never a winter person.” She said to break the silence. I needed a distraction; I stared at the mug full of cold black coffee. I evaded her eyes, but knew she was staring at me. I never liked coffee, I drank it because she had made me a cup every morning.
She and I knew what was coming next. I closed my eyes and tried to remember holding her hand as we walked through the farmers market. The summer night we had decided to jump into the lake with all of our clothes on. Strolling down Michigan Avenue on the warm and breezy spring afternoons.
“I’ve been looking and I found some pretty nice apartments out west.” I felt the anger rise to my chest.
“Don’t ask me to do that.” Her eyes locked into mine and I could feel her heart break.
“Why? Why not? What’s here?” she said in a whisper that hit like the loudest scream.
“This is my home. This is my city.” Her mouth opened and she shook her head. I looked away so I could ignore her tears.
“This is your city? You don’t think this city would survive without you?” she said with a forceful, malicious voice.
“No, you’re right, the city would be fine.” I stood up and put on my jacket.
“But I don’t think I could survive without this city.” I walked into the snow and the cold wind. I left her there with her jaw still open, tears running down her face and a cold cup of coffee still sitting untouched on the table.

Lemonade

What happened? Isn't it funny how some questions don't have answers?
Not funny in a "ha ha" way...but funny in a tragic sort of way...
One fateful day, and a two hour bus ride later we were best friends. The rest is history. Inseparable they said. More like, until death do us part... We didn't have to say it was forever we already knew it was. We didn't see the threats...We couldn't see danger looming in the background...I sometimes wish I had...Because, along the way things got tough.

Somewhere on this metaphoric road that is our life, we ran into some car trouble...I think it was the transmission, but you think we ran out of gas. When it's really a flat tire...I say we should call a mechanic…You think we can fix it ourselves…So we do…
We drive a little further. We've broken down again…And here is where the monotony starts. The key is in the ignition, but it just won't start. Smoke escapes from the hood. Our worst nightmare is realized, we have gone to far and we can't turn back.
So, here we are on the side of the road making a horrible attempt to fix a car that was a lemon to begin with… So what to do? Make lemonade of coarse.

What happened? Some questions are better left unanswered.

Flashback!

This summer had to be one of my favorite and most memorable.

I've grown up a lot, or at least I feel like I did. One of my favorite parts about this summer was working! I love the zoo!
I made so many friends, and friends that I hope I'll know for a long time to come! I learned that work doesn't have to be something you HAVE to do. Work can be something you WANT to do.

Now that the bay is re-opened, I'm missing summer even more. I miss my friends that have gone away and I miss my rays and my sharks! Next year just won't be the same without them.

Working with the rays has made me want to work with them forever! Who knew you could get so attached to Stingrays? I want to work with them again someday! (hopefully!)

Prelude

In the Making:

The rough draft of plans and of daily occurances.


So now that summers over, and I'm finally starting to get used to school again I decided to buckle down and start blogging again. "In the Making" will just follow some of my decisions. (school, life, etc.)