*|Sunlight
It's Saturady now. For once I am home on a weekend. It feels weird. I don't know what to do with my time. Homework, projects. These are out of the question. I am not up to it. Eventually I turn to my keyboard. And as the orange sunlight fills my room, so do I in my music. There I am playing away, playing Canon in D. I admit I ain't good in playing that. I am just learning. My piano teacher has not taugh me that yet. Amazingly, time pass by quickly and before I know it, it is time for me to go for my church's saltshaker service. I think it is the sunlight. It is like magic, bringing me into another dimension. Somehow the world seems different because of its warm rich hue. I like that. I like that very much.
I don not usually write in this way. It's difficult to explain but I think you will get what I mean from reading the paragraph above. it feels like I am writing an assignment for HW101: Craft of writing. I think I stop here for now. Really have to go. Ciao.
*|cailing scribbled on the sand at 4:20 PM|*
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