And in this moment, I am content. There is hesitation, there is the feeling of stepping outside the familiar, but mostly, there is choice.

To watch the dappled light stream through the trees, languid, time-less, laughing, perfectly content.

The part of me that feels impossibly young—curious, a little uncertain, not yet convinced that I know how to face this unfamiliarity alone—glows quietly at the thought of it all.

In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand.

I leaned my head back toward the vast sky and closed my eyes. And suddenly, I was weightless.

Now, I’m back. Sitting in the library, an essay for my World of Cinema class freshly submitted, a draft for my Investigative Journalism final still waiting to be wrestled into shape.