"Dinty W. Moore Helps You Take Your Turn"

Why I Am The Way I Am

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Dog fur. The sunset. The cabin. Melting snow. Weeping willows. Pile of books. Wedding ring. Barren trees. Old photographs. Bare feet. Warm sweaters. Twinkle lights. Car keys

Coffee pot. Benji. Minnesota. Birds. Popcorn. Homework. Wool hat. Beta fish. Candles. Warm food. Squirrels. Painting. Heavy boots. The evening news. Soft blankets. Keyboard. Four leaf clovers.

The smell of rain on pavement. My favorite smell, an earthy, beautiful scent. Not overly processed, like something from Bath and Body works, but a perfume the planet creates itself. Some may call it boring, but it is anything but. IT will always remind me of long car rides, day trips to the movies, or Hub Hobby, or when I was innocent and would sing and danced outside while splashing in the puddles. Early mornings, the yellow school bus, and comfort. 

My brother’s eyes are a window to another world. Both green and blue, contrasting to his dulled red hair and his usually tanned skin. So light in color, it takes everyone off guard. Darker when he’s angry, just like the ocean. Twinkling and bright when he laughs.