Whether it is the gears inside of a watch, or the optimism inside of or hearts, little things keep the wide world turning. Both the artwork and the poetry in this month's final post emphasize this fact.
|artwork by Natalie D.|
For every salty teardrop,
There is a gentle smile.
For every rainy day,
There is a rainbow.
For every hateful person,
There are thousands more who give their lives for others.
For every goodbye,
There is a hello.
For every Monday morning,
There is a Friday afternoon.
For every second that passes in your beautiful life,
Is another memory made,
For life is not measured in time,
It is measured in moments,
Keurig coffee on a rainy Sunday morning,
Pastel sunrises beyond the horizon of the vast ocean,
The aroma that fills the whole house when there are homemade chocolate chip cookies in the oven,
The carefree innocence of a baby’s giggle when you do something silly,
Waking up to a soft, white blanket, covering the town in December,
The first sunny day in April,
Smiles from a passing stranger,
Warm sips out of a steaming mug after a day in the cold,
Long hugs with the ones you love,
When your favorite song blasts through the fuzzy car speakers,
The smell of freshly cut grass,
Sand making its way between your toes,
The rays of sun that beam, radiating warmth on your skin,
For these are the moments,
That make the struggles worth it,
For you cannot experience the beauty of joy without the pain.
Life is not measured in time,
It is measured in moments.
by Lauren B.
To celebrate the recent production of Peter Pan at CB East, Rachel C. designed this artistic typography to share with our readers. It reinterprets the first page of J. M. Barrie's classic, Peter Pan.