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