Sitting on a friend’s stoop at 3 AM, watching the sunrise, makes me contemplative. It was one of the first times since arriving in Vietnam that there was absolute silence—No talking, no technology, no headphones in my ear. 183 more words
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Last week, as the temperatures began to drop, I felt the seasons click. Just like Carrie Bradshaw does in Sex and the City, when she says, 348 more words
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A gentle joyousness—a mighty mildness of repose in swiftness, invested the gliding whale. Not the white bull Jupiter swimming away with ravished Europa clinging to his graceful horns; his lovely, leering eyes sideways intent upon the maid; with smooth bewitching fleetness, rippling straight for the nuptial bower in Crete; not Jove, not that great majesty Supreme!