My Secret Admirer

Has it really almost been a year?  

I started this blog almost exactly one year ago.  I was just looking back on the pictures I took back in March and April, and I miss it.

It's official.  I am no longer

a sweet sixteen.

And the thing is, I can't remember anything huge that has happened since last march,

besides going to Hawaii.

I am almost certain that the way I have grown most

is that I am more aware of what I do in life, and how it affects other people.

I have learned about things I love, besides just swimming.

I have learned about my fears.

I am afraid of decision making and the dark,

and in some ways, independence.

But for some reason, I feel like I have become less connected with the people around me.

I feel sometimes like I live in my own little box.  or bubble.

and don't often let people inside.

The seasons have all melted into one big blob of a year.

In one day it seems like, summer passed by.

Then autumn.

And here, winter is back again. 

The 

L   O   N   G 

dreaded winter.

It never seems to end.  

you know what my favorite time of year is? (besides summer).

When the snow starts to melt.

When sidewalks become little white slushy areas.

When the sun shine overpowers the chills of the leftover snow.

When it beams through the birch trees and branches, creating patterns over the cement, black road.

When it's warm enough to go out on my bike and weave through all the pavement spots and slushy spots on the sidewalk.

And I feel the sun nourishing my body.  

Oh, good ol' vitamin D.

I think about nothing besides how lovely nature is.  

Minus bugs and bees and butterflies.

When I don't need to and don't even have to worry about ANYTHING

in the universe.  

I simply bike down the road.

with no worries. 

and I admire life as it is.

simplicity.

-Mallory