Carissa Galow's Blog – July 2011 Archive (3)

I wake up from the strangest dream

Only to have music stuck in my head

I know it's late because it's still dark

I turn to look at the clock

It's nearly 3:30A.M.

Part of me wants to go back to sleep

But upon a sudden…

I haven't really looked at these in awhile and only felt like looking at the first page ha ha, and this spoke to me. So, let's see what pours forth....

My dad isn't the sort of man that took you out to ball games, went to your choir performances, or any other such thing. He's more of the sit at home, read, watch old t.v., watch the news & get mad at the world, watch sports and expect everyone to stay quiet, drink his beer, hunt deer, and just basically do his own thing…

Walking hand in hand

Silently, but for the sound of our footsteps on the ground

The leaves crunch underneath our weight

Brilliant yellows, oranges, & reds

The air is beginning to cool

It feels nice after the long warm September day

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