The sound of thousands of raindrops applauding as they fall to the ground and burst, too heavy to float down the way icy crystals do.

In the midst of a sunny day they fall, encouraging intrigue at the unity of two seemingly opposing weather phases, bringing patches of mist lightened by the suns iridescence.

In the darkness of night they fall, droplets of celestial memories, pains stars are to endure only to shed them and be rid of their inhibitions so they may shine brighter in the night sky.

If it never rained, stars wouldn't appear quite as bright, instead they would burn up from all their interior troubles and implode, the night sky looking instead like endless fireworks ceaselessly.

That smile, so innocent, passionate, and at the same time dangerous.

He looks to me, beautiful stellar blue eyes twinkling like the universe, not judging all the crazy things I do.

He can be quiet and in tune with things but loves to voice his thoughts, every minute of which I linger on in an intense concentration.

All his emotions seem collected when I know sometimes it would be better if he purged them a bit, but nonetheless he still functions well.

Goofy and clever, clumsy and suave, but beautiful.

Simply beautiful.

Great grandmother, she is such a strong tree in the ground of life. With her old bones and wrinkly skin she still stands tall as a sequoia with her 4 feet and 9 inches.

She is the roots from which we all sprang and without her I wouldn't be writing this story. She gave me my spunk, my dirty sense of humor, my love for my family.

She is now suffering from Alzheimer's and it's it breaks my heart every second to see such a sharp mind fade. To see the fear in her eyes when she barely recognized who I am anymore as I approach her, afraid I'll do something harmful or terrible.

Where has my great grandmother gone that my face means nothing anymore, the blond hair she used to run her fingers through is now foreign to her, she seeks other things to look at than the crystal blue eyes that pled silently for her to remember me. She will one day be the namesake of my daughter and I will teach her all about the strong, intelligent, beautiful, determined woman I once called my great grandmother. I'll tell her of the white hair, in beautiful small curls like Marilyn Monroe, the gorgeous blue sea eyes of which I inherited, constantly looking back at me from in the mirror. A reminder that even though the memory of me has faded from her mind, I will have always been imprinted there, just as she will forever be imprinted on my soul.

The magnificent GG.