Day 3. Again.

In the creases of the rose petals and the hint of sunlight a moment before Sol rises, there is beauty in small things and great things alike. I think I understand beauty a little more than most, having been beautiful for so many years. It is as if Diana the Huntress, (or Artemis) cried tears of crystalline perfection, and then that perfect glass were carved by self-aware glaciers, so I sprung into being. That is why I know when beauty mocks me.

Among many of my great talents such as always knowing how to spoil the daily Connections for someone, or effortlessly being able to guess the weight of a bird in flight, I can also judge a mango by it's delicate oval form and sun-touched hue. And so the tree in my backyard mocks me for it holds perfect mangos, hanging there like flawlessly formed dinosaur eggs, and they remain tantalizingly out of reach. At the trunk waiting for them to fall is an iguana of wyvern legend. If Tolkien himself were to observe him, he would write a new "Hobbit" where everyone is eaten immediately and no one is spared and no sequel exists. And although iguanas are vegetarians, I feel that this one might eat me if given enough ranch dressing to dip me in. (I'm not implying I have that much ranch dressing, it's just an observation.)

What does this have to do with any of my classes? Nothing really. I was just thinking if I could get enough Sophomores to form a human pyramid, I could have one pull down the mangos for me. I'm certain this is why I have a study hall. Or, if the racoon triplets at the top of the tree attack, I could escape while the sophomores are being devoured.

I guess I didn't really have anything to say today.