I sit in a classroom, staring at a wall. Not having anything better to do, I let my dreams fly. My mind wanders through sunlit forests. The golden rays bounce and glimmer off of the river. The trees are dressed in fiery reds and yellows. A light wind rustles the leaves and tugs at my hair. I walk barefoot through my dream, leaving the harsh fluorescent lights and unforgiving desks behind. Birds call to one another, and I answer their song with one of my own. I carry my violin with me, playing as I go. There are no mistakes, just music. The melody runs through my hands and fingers like I've played it my whole life. I suppose I have been. It is the song my Creator gave me to play, and it is perfect the way he wrote it. There may be difficult parts that do not sound quite right at times, but it is exactly what he wanted me to play.
My thoughts run rampant through my head, only to be rudely shattered by the bell.
~An entry from my journal, dated 11-7-11
