Thursday Through the Eyes of a Runner.

Oh to count the ways to procrastinate…..

How do I procrastinate from thee? Let me count the ways.

I avoid thee to the depth and breadth and height

My mind can’t reach, when your deadline is so far off.

For the ends of sophomore year is ideal.

I run away from thee in the light.

The quiet needed, I put aside for sun and air.

I bake for others freely, as I strive to write.

I avoid thee purely, as I run outside.

I avoid thee with passion as I write this

In my current mind, and with my future’s thought.

I avoid thee with fervor I can’t seem to lose

With my lost sanity. I avoid thee with my being,

Laughs, smiles, daydreaming; all are better to choose,

I shall be productive in time.

“Parody of Sonnet 43

 

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With that I will share. Yesterday was the last day of my sophomore classes and made me ponder the past year. As the rain soaked me to the core, I felt a sense of renewal: of the past year washing off me.

There is one paper and two finals standing between me and a very relaxing summer.

That brings me to today: as the Earth dries from the flooding yesterday, and the juniors are now seniors, and I sit here in the sun writing. The air has an energy in it that I can’t quite explain, but it causes this smile to be plastered here and my eyes to remain fully open.

There is so much to take in, such beauty in the birds chirping, the bee flying by, the wonderful people enjoying the weather, the bright pink flowers that are pungent with spring. This air is marvelous.

 

Now to be productive. Hopefully this energy will help.

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