The other day, I witnessed an odd traffic mishap. As I approached a red light, a van in front of me drove through the intersection nonchalantly. I didn’t see brake lights nor any indication of caution from the driver. Fortunately, they didn’t cause an accident.


The autumn season is beautiful. It is nature’s final act to show her colors until she lies in dormancy. She will be reborn and bursting with life in the following seasons. This cycle is a necessary part of life.

A breeze chills my cheek as I rake leaves into a pile.

Why I Write

Why do I write? Honestly, I’m not sure.

I think I’m a decent writer. I can recognize when a sentence could be revised. I love arranging words to make sentences flow better. I try to use the most precise words as possible.