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November 21, 1990

(It had left me in my younger years)

It had left me in my younger years
The excitement,
The action--
But not long ago it cought me
entreaged me

The life styles
The action
The way they move
It all plays a part in everyones life
Their interactions,
Their greedy donations to the poor
Facinates me

As the night falls
The streets dim
And the people dissapear into dark allies
And now a new group come out
Of young, happy people
They are just a part of the cycle

They are the most exciting
They create the most wonder in my mind
For I am one of them
When not looking down

A cold breeze has occationaly stopped my fun
But the large goose-feather like snow flakes
Do cloud my veiw

Over night the snow had blanketed the ground
Encased cars in a white sheet so pure
Even though my wonder was stopped late last night
This mixture of water and cold
Had brought upon me youngsters and babysitters
For me to fawn over from up here

But
I always wonder how a can't think
this way when I'm not
Up in my window

November 11, 1990

(As I left the crowded, noisy field)

As I left the crowded, noisy field, I heard the sounds of nature. My every step either cracked a twig of ruffled some leaves. The sound of running watergot louder and the soil got damper. I ducked under a branch and saw a squirrel scamper by. The I finaly saw the water, which seemed to fall off of the horizion. Once I got to the edge of the water I saw a tree to my left. It jutted out over the water; the branches and leaves dangled down to form a web in the water. I carefully walked on the unsteady ground and reached out to the tree. I stepped onto the base of the tree and with my other leg I pushed of so that I finally ended up sitting in the part of the tree horizontal to the water. I sat there and scanned the phosphorescent lake.