Happy

This is my attempt at writing a post when I'm happy. My hair is flying out of a ponytail, I have one of my favorite outfits on, blasting music, clapping and dancing in a way that no one has ever seen me dance. Ever. I'm talking to people and I'm relishing in the fact that everything went my way today. That just everything about the world looks so perfect and going for me, that I can't even believe it's happening. And the chain of events that are so blissful, send me on a high that has me looking to the sky unable to breathe. Even something that has been known to bring me to my knees crying, is simply invisible at this moment, and I'm convinced it has to do with the sunlight streaming, and the gentle wind. I can't tell you much else about what this feels like, or anything going through my mind, because everything in is a heated whirlwind. So this, relating to my earlier post, is what I'm like when I'm happy. I don't care if the neighbors bother me 'cause the music is on blast, and I'm stomping my feet. What I'll do, is I will go out on that fire escape, and I will shout until they can hear me down in Harlem and up in Inwood cause I am SO DAMN HAPPY.

Today

Today I saw something truly beautiful. Yes, once again in the land of Anti-Nature it snowed. I was in my third period class, when we looked out the window, we saw soft white powder falling from the gray-white sky. Peering over the edge of the window, it was discovered that there was a thin layer of whiteness resting upon the filthy streets. There was much squealing; jumping up and down. In the hallways, boys were screaming at the roof through windows thrown open, and clapping: "It's snowin'!" Half past noon, we ran out into the frigid air that felt so good, and kicked it all around. We scooped it up into our gloves, and packed it into lopsided, sphere-resembling forms, which we had pleasure in throwing at trees and each others' ribs. Our boots and shoes squashed slush, and heels dug into the ice. Crossing the street we waded through puddles consisting of things most would not like to hear described. But we were happy. Upon cars, we carved out with our fingers our own names, love, and peace signs. I greeted a lovely snowman who waved his leaf arm at me. I also constructed a snow form the size of a grapefruit. I loved him. After creating a snow angel, I laid my grapefruit snowball by a tree to face his fate. But it was a beautiful day.