Spring Break

Spring break has been lovely. Made three trips to the city. Once with my family, the first day we've had off together in a long while. And then with Sean and Demi. We went to some of the same places my family had gone only a couple days before. And then just yesterday I went again with some friends from school. We'd been planning to go for awhile and it was nice. We brought food for each other and I ended up making peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, which I made at midnight the day before. There is something to be said about nocturnal cooking.

I also went to the Olympic National Forest for a hike, with Demi and another delightful girl from school. It was really nice to be somewhere totally cut off, although it does make you panic a little, the realization that you couldn't just call someone to make everything better. It made me feel very vulnerable. But a good kind of vulnerable.

Tomorrow we will be going to the beach to stay for a couple days. I will spend much of the time composing I think, but that's okay too. I have a big composition due on Tuesday next week. I have faith that I will be able to complete it, but right now I just don't feel up to it at all. Maybe I'll start my venture into productivity by packing first and then starting up on my actual work.

But first I have a blog post to write. I'm looking forward to the market starting up again. That means that Summer will not be far behind. Weird to think that I have only about two months of school left. But it will be full. I have a full recital of solo piece to prepare for and other concerts besides. And five more papers. And everything in between. It doesn't make me want to leave the safe harbour pf spring break. But I'm sure I will get used to it once I have started up again.

The Silhouette 3

I started working on this series a bit ago. I posted the first here, and then did some really rough stuff later, one of which I am now going to post.

The Silhouette 3
People really do mean what they say about sunsets, she thinks, as the fire sinks and bleeds into the horizon. She lowers her gaze, to his form on the shoreline, standing perfectly still, his shoulders held in a way that makes her certain that he is grinning on the brink of laughter. Like a hunter, she steps, once, lightly, and appropriately, he darts. She will not run to him, though, and he knows that. Instead she waits, knowing he may not come back, that that would be just like him.
She waits in a world that suddenly seems more dark than light, and he is gone a minute too long.

And now she begins to run, but her body is so heavy and unkempt. She runs with the momentum of panic for a long time, until it runs out, and even then, she pulls through beach forest, step by step, her chest heaving. She lands on the other side, and of course, he is not there. She falls on fours and vomits up strawberries and bile and hard candies.
And maybe somewhere, she is crying again, but she can't tell anymore, because the sun has gone down. The sun of a day that had been good, and lazy and so precious. So precious.
She doesn't hear him return, but she sees, blearily, his feet. She reaches out and touches his ankles with dull fingers and he recoils, stepping, away from her, without the expected grace. She bites her lip.

He turns away and runs again and she isn't even sure that he was there, ever. She breathes, and without meaning to, an unwelcome hope creeps up.

Because maybe he will be around to sell her things again, at Christmas. Maybe he will come back with the snow.