- I hate that Harry Potter had to say goodbye in weather like this
- Squeaky footsteps raise my heart rate at midnight on a Saturday
- Her sneakers screamed against the cold wet ground
- Tonight the lamp-posts give shape to the mist
- Grass: a mass graveyard for fallen maples
- Today I learned that Dr. Seuss drew political cartoons; I wonder if my parents knew
- When I was young there was a food pyramid but now it’s a plate and a Saturday at Gustavus never fills it
- Grandpa approves of my love life because if he grew up on the West side, he was surely raised right
- We broke the sacred covenant so the colors fade to grey
