A Privilege To Meet a Cloud

Hello, my friends!

Today was a pretty long day, so I decided to sleep late and only had 3 hours of sleep—obviously, not a good idea, as I was cranky today. I need to get into the habit of sleeping early and being a little more productive with my homework, and keeping up with the English Honors Society that I’m in, aka SKD. This chapter has been chaotic and stressful, but we are somehow up to date with our events, volunteering ideas, and the journal we are trying to publish. We have over 20+ submissions. I wanted to submit more, but we are only limited to two submissions per person. Before I got involved with Sigma Kappa Delta, I only went to school for my classes, then headed right back to my house and stayed in my room or went to the gym. It’s not that I didn’t want to get involved with my college; I just didn’t know where to look. Thankfully, I have a swaggy teacher who mentioned SKD and asked if I wanted to participate in their club. That was five months ago, and my life has changed in ways that I wanted it to. I met people whom I call friends now, and we have gone out to eat, gone to Retro to buy trading cards, and hung out at the Halloween event that my college was hosting. I am grateful because it has led me to get back into journaling and writing poetry. I feel like I've found my spark again and am seeing the beauty of life through literature. Not only that, but writing again has been a good practice in being able to be more detailed with my feelings.

Speaking about my feelings, I wanted to talk about one of my favorite types of weather: Fog. It’s the only time when the clouds touch the ground and I feel the mist go through my skin. Where I’m from, we are finally getting cold weather and dark clouds. As the weeks go by, my mind wanders about the moments I was in when I had the privilege to meet a cloud. Actually, I wrote a small poem about how I feel about fog; it’s pretty simple and straight to the point. This is why I love free verse - I don’t have to be a professional poet to write poetry. This poem is called, Fog:

Fog
How does fog make me feel? 
I like the white smeared shade
A grey light changes the room
A privilege to meet a cloud 
Many thanks to you 
I feel the mist go through my skin

While creating this poem, I was remembering the time my friend Avi came down from Canada and spent Christmas with our friends. It was three in the morning, we had a fun and rowdy night. Playing magic while getting drunk, dancing, going ham on the drinking games, and enjoying each other’s company. Finally, Avi and I had to go back to my apartment. As we walk down from the second floor and take a look at the horizon, we were surrounded by thick white fog and the hum of quietness. I swear, I was going to explode from being overwhelmed with joy. Finally, I had the privilege to meet a cloud once again. I look at Avi and ask if we can drive down Main and take in the weather that comes once a year. We hop into my car, roll down the windows, and blast Real by Jeff Buckley. It was just us driving down the street, and I felt like I was in Silent Hill or in a whole different world. Not being able to see what was in front of me was a rush of excitement. What was I going to see next? Why do I appreciate the moment of finally seeing the light pole as I drove closer to it? "A greg light /changes the room/ many thanks to you." There is a kind of light in the darkness that peaks through. Making me feel small while I look up and see the mist move swiftly across the sky. This poem brings in apperciation and knowing that I don't come across fog as much, I will give thanks for the moment that will no longer exist untill they come back the next year. I wish I was able to be surrounded by fog more often, living in the desert can be hot, sticky and uncomfortable. Either way, not seeing it has often gives me the chance to be more apperciative and live in the moment because I know that the clouds will drift away and be welcomed into a new town. This year I want to make a few changes, I want to gather all my friends when the clouds come say hi again and take a walk. Slowly being consumed by the mist and being able to live a different life, even if it's just for a couples hours. I hope you guys feel the same way I do and enjoy the moment the fog starts to kick in. Well, thank you guys for reading! I am not sure what the next post will be but I hope you guys stick around. 

Thank you,

Val <3