I am the purple floating demurely through a pond of Lilly pads.

I am the Fall, changing gradually the winter from the summer.

I am Monday, separating lazily the weekend from the week.

I am the wolves padding across the frozen wilderness.

I am the enchiladas grilling enticingly on the chef's grill.

I am Tamora Pierce, spinning beautiful tales from her enigmatic mind.

I am Dwight D. Eisenhower, leading the country into prosperity and greatness.

I am the humanitarians, traveling to the ends of the earth to do good.

I am Thanksgiving, filling a November week full of wholesome cooking and family time.

I am failure, keeping myself from being content with what I have already accomplished.

In a perfect world, I would be happy and living with someone that I love