The mind imagines a beauty that only the heavens can recreate

It was beautiful.
The shining stars that brightly lived so far away from the surface of my home, the snow that didn't want to leave, sticking stubbornly to the ground, creating a mushy, dirty slush. The trees entwined with Christmas lights with droplets of ice and snow, reaching off the branches, that imitated foggy diamonds. The darkness covered any blemishes or imperfections on the nighttime scene, the heavenly glow surrounding the trees and sky so rare, so precious, that for a moment, a brief and breathtaking moment, I believed I could reach out and grab each piece of this intricately woven design and put it in my warm, coat pocket...
Yet, I could not.
The good things in life: the breathless moments, the flashes of heaven, the breaths of ecstasy and the words of devotional, never ending love, cannot always last long. But, do not fear, because instead of in your eyes and mind, these secret passes of time have passed into a safer place.
Your soul.


Waiting for My Hogwarts Letter

While driving to my house from school, I noticed a strange shape flying through the sky. Unsure of what this object was (it was long, thin, and had one headlight), my Harry Potter-obsessed brain immediatly assumed this object was a flying motorcycle. As it came in closer proximity to my mother's car, my heart dropped as I realized that it wasn't a flying motorcycle, but instead a helicopter. This is just one example of the moments in which I wish I was part of the world of Harry Potter.

My father attempted to read the books to me when I was in first grade. I never really did get the full affect because he would read a paragraph and then fall asleep. We got onto the first chapter of 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' before I reprieved him of his duty's and allowed him some sleep at night. Of course, so I could stay socially adequate, I saw movies one, two and three, without touching the books. However, when I was in fifth grade, I took a stab, and decided to start reading them again.

I started at the Sixth Book first, and was amazed.

How different Harry's world had become! From the first year where spells like Wingardium Leviosa were a challenge, Harry was able to easily accomplish those spells, and more, such as Protego (a force-field like protection spell) and Expecto Patronum (allowing the user to create a white light [occasionally comes in the form of an animal] that can deliver messages and protect the user from dementors). I was enthralled by the new ideas that J.K. Rowling had introduced.

But I was confused.

What happened to the Nimbus 2000 or the beloved Sirius Black who Harry constantly mourned thorough out the book? And who was Luna Lovegood? And what the heck was the "D.A."? Asking these questions to myself, I, after i finished the Sixth Book, read Book Five...then Book Four....then Book Three....then Book Two....then Book One (again).

Yes, I read the Harry Potter series backwards. And I got it.

So you can all imagine my thrill when I read the seventh book, and my heartbreak when I realized that 'that was it.' There were no more spells, nor relationships, nor threats, nor adventures. Harry Potter was over. And after four years of facing that fact, I decided that it's my turn.

While I may be a little old to start Hogwarts, children start a few years late in school all the time. And, although I don't live in Britain, I'm sure that the owl can make the delivery to my suburban home. Obviously, I've put a lot of thought into my wizarding potential, and I will continue to put a decent amount of effort into it.

I want to go to Hogwarts. Simple as that.