Departure

"The freedom of driving, the peaceful gestures of the ocean, together would make for a wonderful and fantasizing experience". Together we drove, one again hand in hand taking in every second we have together not taking anything for granted. We had so much planned for the weekend with such little time. As we continued to our destination a billboard captured my attention. It was a abnormally large billboard that was a simple black and white. However, the words written across it were what stood out to me. It read,

  

"In the same way, the Text does not 

stop at (good) Literature". 

Come to find out it was a simple billboard for a book store. I don't know why but this billboard is still imbedded in my memory. Maybe it is because Rolland Barthes is just that good of an author that I remember everything he cites word for word.  We continued on sharing memories and laughter. Clayton's laugh is contagious, kind of like when someone yawns and you automatically yawn. It is a warming laughter. It was fall, you could tell because the beautiful trees were red, orange and yellow. The weather was just perfect. That time to leave came once again. It is never a good feeling. But I knew just in one more month I would be in his arms once again. Long distance is hard, but if you know you love someone everything seems to be worth it. They always say the heart grows fonder with absence.  

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A Soldiers Love

The time had arrived, the time I had been longing for. It was finally here, I finally got to see my boyfriend. Clayton and I have been dating for eights years now and he attends school at West Point, in New York. West Point, if you do not already know, is the Military Academy. We only get to see each other once a month so whenever a new month rolls around I start counting down the days.
 
"Now, walking east towards I have no idea what, towards the rising sun" I scurry away to meet Clayton at our "normal spot". The spot where he always picks me up at when I get off the train. Its a huge oak tree, like the one you would see when you were little with a tire swing hanging from it. It is on the corner of Sixth and Fourth street right by the blinking yellow light. It is so picturesque, something you would see out of a movie. I have always loved that tree. Approaching the oak tree, I see a handsome soldier standing there in his uniform waiting for me, once again something you would see in a movie. He was tall with dark almond eyes. His uniform was crisply ironed and his shoes were tightly tied. His appearance of a soldier took my breath away. His huge grin on his face was from ear to ear. I ran as fast as I could and jumped into his strong arms. My heart melted and I began to cry. I finally got to see him once again. We were finally together again. It is what I have dreamed of and longed for. We walked away into the sunrise hand in hand, taking in every moment and never wanting the weekend to end We had so much planned with so little time. So we began...

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Beautiful Rising Emotions

It was a beautiful morning with the sun rising, a mystical looking sun, and http://coxfongo.blogspot.com/ took the words right out of my mouth "the risings suns pale yellow highlighted the reflective, shiny bits of the scattered debris". Anxious people were scurrying the sidewalks going about their morning business just as I was trying to get on the train to Bear Mountain. I swiped my ticket and boarded the train as fast as I could. I wasnt about to miss the departure for my long lost destination. My destination that I have been dreaming about for months. I walked to the back of the train (might I add I have this wierd fetish with sitting in the back of buses,cars,trains, etc.) I can remember plopping down next to this old, foul smelling man. He was wearing ripped dark cut off jeans with an old coffee stained tshirt. I remember his smell like it was yesterday, it was like he had just crawled out of a garbage can that he had been sleeping in the night before. It was the least bit appetizing. On that note, I remember I didnt even eat lunch that day. The one hour train ride seemed like it was taking several hours. I put in my pink sparkly earplugs and pulled out the novel Heart Of Darkness. I had to catch up on my reading for class on Monday, I was way behind like usual, and the worst part is WE HAD A QUIZ. After a few minutes of reading I closed my tired eyes to try and take a cat nap

ZZZZZzzzzZZZzzzzz

I jumped! The sound a loud obnoxious horn woke me. You know like when you fall asleep somewhere unfamiliar ... its kind of like a twitch...thats what happened. I was here! We had finally arrived. My emotions were rising, they were beautiful emotions. I could wait to see Clayton, I have missed him so much...

The Trek ...

As the turbulence begins to increase we are about to land at our final destination.  I spring out of my seat and run to grab my more than heavy luggage. 

"It’s windy and cold. It feels like it’s raining but it’s not. The air is different this high up. It’s wet and violent, and in a city so big and overwhelming I feel, for a moment, that I dominate it."

 

I walk outside to cars honking, birds chirping, and people yelling, the typical city life. The weather was not exactly what I wanted but I could handle it or at least I made myself handle it. Yellow cabs flew by as people impatiently were waiting to grab one and continue on with their own journeys. I had to walk two miles to the train station to take the train to Bear Mountain where the thing I dreamed about and the thing I long to see would be waiting. As I hiked up the busy streets making my way around lights, billboards and people I got more and more excited to continue my journey. I remember walking past this building and being so intrigued with its structure and intimidating heights I didn’t even notice the woman trying to get my attention to buy something from her stand. “Five dollar jewelry” she said. Her soft voice is still imprinted in my mind I can hear it perfectly as I am writing this. You may be wondering if I bought the jewelry and I can tell you that I did and I love to wear it every chance I get. As I continued to trek on I finally made my way to Bear Mountain train station.  Once I arrived I had noticed something strange and irrelevant. It caught my attention and drew me closer…I wanted to see more…then I knew I was getting closer and closer to what I have been waiting to see for the longest time. 

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And so it begins...

    A Thousand miles away is where I am happiest, and to get to there, I have to fly. All year long there is one thing in the back of my head, one thing constantly on my mind and one thing that I am in love with. Despite the fact that I hate to fly, I still have this passion and travel anyways. Flying for me is my biggest fear, not to mention the dainty snacks and hott drinks do not help any. I remember specifically one evening flying on a Delta flight and having the nicest flight attendant. He was handsome too I might add. He spoke fluent spanish but he was nice enough to try and speak english to me. I could pick out a few words here and there so I knew what he was trying to get across. He made my feel very at home and kept my mind off of my biggest fear. He told me to look out the window and take in the bueaty of being so high up. As I looked out the window the clouds looked like cotton candy, the kind that made my stomach growl because the dainty penuts and hott coke did not do the trick. It was a vibrant blue and white, God's creation to the max. I was so entrigued by what was out the window I felt like my fear of flying had gone away for a few minutes. Before I knew it we were preparing for landing. I felt butterflies go up my sping and shivers go down my legs because I knew in a few minutes I would be where I was happiest and see what I have been wanting to see. The thing thats always on my mind and the thing that I dream about.