Reading response #3

“A Voice, A Mystery”: Wordsworth’s Cuckoo, by David Mulry is an Article I found especially intriguing. In this article the author clearly states how they believe that Wordsworth’s cuckoo in “To the Cuckoo” is a complex symbol of nature. The author makes it clear that the birds physical being and presence is not the main focus of what Wordsworth is intending to portray. The author states how while the poet is laying in the grass, he invites the viewer to join him in listening to the “twin fold shout” (line 6) of the birds melodic harmony. How the “cuc-koo” gives multiple parts to the meaning of the bird. Its voice and sounds of beauty, and its stature and physical being of a graceful animal. Wordsworth compares the bird to nature and its surroundings, and how they are both endless in what they can produce and give. Also being as beautiful and elegant as the bird’s music. The author also makes known how “the cuc-koo, also refers to a number of other dualities and parallels that Wordsworth explores in this poem, including that of body and spirit, bird and poet, present and past, and presentand future, all of which are entwined with Wordsworth’s portrait of the bird.” The author suggests how Wordsworth has exact opposite viewings of things during all of his work. In the first stanza “O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee bird, / or but a wandering voice?”, or later in the fourth stanza, “Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! / No bird, but just an invisible thing.” Wordsworth is always claiming he knows things are what they are, and then later contradicts himself in disagreeing, but backed up once again later by stating his beliefs as true once again. Wordsworth’s cuckoo, as a marker of transition, is described in the third stanza as bringing “visionary hours” (12) by Mulry. The language of the final stanza is showing us how his world is viewed. “Again appears” tells us quite clearly that Wordsworth’s modern world is beyond the shadow of doubt changed, and for the worse. “The word “pace” suggests to us the image of life as a burden or a chore. Coleridge’s protagonist is restored through his religious belief in the importance of nature; so, too, is Wordsworth’s speaker as he hears the Cuckoo’s cry; nature again proves itself a healing balm.” The end of the poem offers apromising discovery, the “unsubstantial, fairy place” that is the counterpart of the

normal world we generally dwell in.

           

This article has quite a bit of information and meaning backed behind it and the poem it’s about. I think Mulry did a great job of deciphering this poem and finding what it was about and comparing it to Wordsworth’s philosophy’s and ideas, nevertheless his own life as well. I agree and think that the Bird in the poem in definitely a strong symbol of nature, life, and even society. This poem shows how the poet has a habit of thinking with opposites, as that’s just how the world works. As seen in my group’s blog, we tried to make it clear as possible that Wordsworth is greatly influenced by nature. He finds nature to be the center of mankind and all it gives. The poet feels that if nature is everything we are, then isn’t that all there is to it, we came with the earth. If nature wasn’t here, we would be nothing and diminish. Nature is his energy source and motivation, without nature there is no motivation. Nature is us, and we are nature. Wordsworth’s quote “Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher”, is a perfect example of this. We don’t need anything but nature. Nature gives us Nurture, love, health, inspiration, motivation and well being. If you let yourself go and don’t worry about what’s right or wrong and just let nature take you and guide you along the path to fulfillment, then you won’t have anything to regret. I as well feel that all these things are true. I believe that everything has a purpose and everything is meant to be. That if something wasn’t supposed to happen, then it simply will not. But if an emergency can happen, then it will. Overall I found this article exciting and a quick but delightful read. It definitely gives well written reasoning to what this poems core meaning is.

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The title of the blog I looked at was “The Blake Blog That’s Better Than the “Best Blake Blog.” The title was the first thing that caught my eye, it was funny. The background and just the look of the blog was good looking and neat. The pictures that they had at the end of a lot of the posts make it more intriguing to read.  I thought it was really interesting how MJ put in a video about “The Tyger” it shows a different point of view and how not all people see the same message being sent out to them in poetry when you read it your interpretation is different than anyone else reading the same passage. If someone did not know anything about Romanticism this blog would be very useful and teach not directly on Romanticism but on William Blake, one of the six great poets of that era.  It gives a lot of more in depth talking about William Blake than you would find on a website about him. The group that did this blog really put time into all the posts and it shows in not just the length but the quality of writing in those posts. This blog is important because it showed us (at least my group) a deeper understanding of the poets and how they became who they were. It also taught us how to blog and create one, now after groups created one I think that mostly all of the people could (if they were asked) make one and be successful in doing so. I think the article that struck me the most was the one about Robert F. Gleckner and how he helped her (MJ) understand poems better and how that with others input with their opinions on how they saw the poems meaning it helps you (the reader) more. On other blogs they didn’t have an opening couple paragraphs that introduce the people in the blogs group members and it really was different and a good idea. It shared what this blog was about. There was more than one video and all it did was create that extra information to share to the readers that don’t know anything about Romanticism or William Blake.

Come Forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher

William Wordsworth is man solely based on nature, science, love and death. Many of his famous quotes have to do with how science is what he bases the fact in his life off of, nature is the beauty in his life, death is what is taking society, and love finds its way into things now and again but it’s rare. The quote “Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher” is one of his quotes that shows the significance of his view on nature. The poet feels that you shouldn’t have to think about what other people think, or if things are right or not, but to just let nature take its course and take you with it where ever it made lead. He is saying that if you are confused or wants to get to the deeper meaning and core of things, then don’t try hard because that will only confuse you and turn you in the wrong direction. Just give up your all and let whatever feels right take you and if nature wants you do unordinary things then so be it. William Wordsworth looks at nature as not just plants, or flowers, or trees, or mountains, or lakes. But as almost a kind of spirit that is incredibly beautiful. He and for that matter all the romantics would never look at a lake a say “oh, it’s water, it’s cold but pretty”, and leave it at that. They find something to compare to the aspect of nature and make the piece of nature turn instantly symbolic. Although love is a major part of his life, William Wordsworth doesn’t talk about romance or love all that often in his poems. Strangely enough I thought at the beginning of this whole Romanism unit that all these people were kings of game, but I was wrong in some aspects. Unlike other poets, Romanics don’t focus on all those sappy love poems. I think they replace part of love with science and figure things out that way instead. They never just look at something either and leave it, depth is always mandatory. I enjoyed the quote “Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher”, and I think that the romantics in a way have life pretty much figured out and I find all their theories and quotes particularly inspiring.

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As I was roaming the internet for good quotes I came across this one. "I listened, motionless and still; and, as I mounted up the hill, the music in my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more." I think this quote is something that applies to everybody's lives. I think what Wordsworth is trying to say by this is how goals are something that we strive for. When you’re trying to get up to the top of a mountain for instance and you struggle and struggle to climb and climb. You get to the top and there is that sigh of relief that you made it. You can’t seem to hear anything; vision goes blurry because all the blood has rushed to your head. That feeling of completion and that you’re on top of the world; that you’re unstoppable. For instance that same feeling you get when you take your driver’s test and you’re all nervous and adrenaline’s running because of the chance that you won’t pass. As you sit in that seat and turn the key there is a whole different feeling that comes upon you. The feeling and desire to want to fulfill your challenge. You know you know the material and how to pass it, but when you get in that position you tense up. Grabbing hold of that fear and that thought that you can’t do it, and pushing to strive to the top and succeed is something that is well worth it in the end. And then when you get that feeling that “wow, I actually did it”.  It’s an incredible feeling. Surreal I should say. I think this quote is an inspirational quote as well. I think that it’s also saying that “if you put your mind to it anything is possible”. I have grown up knowing that that is how things are done, to never give up. If something doesn’t work the first time, try and try again till you feel complete. Till you get to the top of the mountain and can breathe all that crisp air. Knowing that you did it as well as you are capable of.

Wordsworth quote

“Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.”
                            - William Wordsworth


This quote was very inspiring because it said a lot to me. One thing that it said to me was if you push yourself to learn something it could be a lot harder to learn then just learning it naturally. If you find something that seems natural to you to do then it will be very easy on you but if you push yourself to do something that doesn’t feel natural, it just doesn’t work very well. Another thing that it says to me is don’t try to make yourself something that your not , because it can only lead to disaster and no one wants their life to fall apart just because they are trying to be cool. It is crazy what lengths people will go to just to try to fit in and they just try too hard to be liked by people. Maybe it’s the pressure most teens put on other teens, but once you find friends it doesn’t matter how you are they will like you for who you are. The last thing it tells me is that everything will make sense to you if you just stay open minded about things and not be so close minded. Close minded people seem to be stuck up and all neat and very judgmental, they don’t like to adapt to sudden changes. Its like they find a track and just stay on course, go through life working hard to make money but then they don’t have time to do anything, some even push their closest friends away. Open minded people seem like they can adapt well and they always have fun, they make the best of their day , look at the good things that happened and forget about the bad things. They almost never don’t get mad, the downside is that they don’t care about a lot, mostly go through life having as much fun as possible and with no regrets. This made me think for a little while and I just couldn’t find something to talk about and that’s why I chose this quote by William Wordsworth. You have probably herd this a million times but I have to say it again, be who you are and you will get the respect you want, but try and be something your not and you wont go anywhere.

Wordsworth's view on nature

This picture to most people of today’s society would be a normal dead looking tree. Some might say that it looks cool because of its jagged parts and eerie appearance. Its black and white contrast might give off the feeling of sadness as well. Now this is one of the main differences between today’s society and William Wordsworth’s views and philosophy on nature. While society would see this picture as something bland and boring, this famous poet would see this image as artwork and a symbol of death. If I were to try to describe the way that he exactly see’s nature it would be quite complex. The trunk of the tree symbolizes the center of life, the core of what the tree represents and stands for. The limbs branching off the tree represents society and how it is always changing and growing. Holes in the tree represent defects in society and how as society grows, problems do too. The bark on the tree symbolizes how society is covered with a blanket of the truth, and how what we see and think is true or meant to be, is not the main idea at all. Nature is a crazy and mysterious thing at times. It can be just as you see it, or it can be anything that you want it to be and have deeper meaning. The sky in this picture also has key symbolism. Its dark shades of black and grey in a gothic like pattern are like death and how it’s almost “taking over” this scene. It’s also kind of interesting how there are living trees off in the distance that look as if they almost circle and barricade the dead tree. Almost like how People with more money tend to circle around and look down to the poor and disabled. As if they are better and have the right to neglect the less fortunate. This photo having the grey scale effect gives the viewer a cold and dreary feeling, like the feeling of depression almost. I really enjoy looking at photography a lot like this, and seeing the connection that Wordsworth makes is intriguing to me.

Anyone... Why Her?

She’s a child when it all began.

So innocent and yet so rebellious throughout it all.

Covering those emotions, just wanting to burst out.

She needs someone, someone who is like her.

No one, there is no one. Help all she wants to be is a child a girl that wants nothing more than a chance to be happy the way she is and the way she is made.

She thinks nothing will change, life will always be the same.

What’s life if there is no happiness?

Happiness, is that even a word?

To some it is “all” life is nothing can break them down, they are better than everyone and everything.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness” (Declaration of Independence)

That’s what everyone says every man is created equal, then why is she, an innocent child not equal?

She’s taught to put on a face, a face that shows nothing.

Happy, joy, love those aren’t words to her. Deceiving ones who should be the one that show and teaches her all those “word,” love, joy, happiness.

The girl she’s so strong, sweet and caring, where does she learn it?

There’s not just deceiving people in the world, people like him care.

Yes, once again love is a word.

So much for a little girl, too much for just an ordinary one.

Where to start, learning new things every day, it’s not the past anymore life’s new that little girl is growing up and is not the same people around who care and love.

This girl is a new girl, but why still does the past linger.

Will there ever be a reason to why it had to be this little girl?

Life of William Wordsworth

I read a biography online written by Glenn Everett , about William Wordsworth  to find out more about
Wordsworth. William Wordsworth was born April 7, 1770, in Cockermouth, Cumberland. William was the second child of five children, his father was a law agent and  a rent collector.  His mother died in 1778 and William was sent off to a grammar school called Hawkshead. In 1787 he went to the St. John’s college, he liked to hike a lot, he hiked all over Cumberland, then two years later went on a hiking tour of France, Switzerland, and Germany. He trekked through the Wales, after he graduated. In 1794 he found his sister Dorothy, who became his companion and moral support, his friend, and housekeeper. In the 1930’s Dorothy had a mental and physical decline and William went away, a year after he met Coleridge and the two of them met very often. They became very close and stared to talk about poetry and started to plan Lyrical Ballads. William got married to Mary Hutchinson and they had five kids, after the death of two of his children in 1812 and 1813, he got a job as a stamp distributor. After he got this job he was financially secure. William started to make sketches and then moved to poetry where he found out he was very good at it, he soon became very popular and started to create short poems and then some long poems, he liked to write long poems so he began to make a long three part poem with 17,000 lines about, man, nature, and society. Soon inspiration failed him for this project and he just began to revise the prelude. William spent most of his later life revising this prelude which the critics argued if the 1805 version was better than the 1850 version. William met up with Coleridge and they toured the Rhineland in 1828. William was given a Doctor of Civil Law by Durham University, and Oxford did the same thing the next year. William died in 1850, his beloved wife published his prelude that summer.

The Giving

Who would curse this beautiful piece of nature that looks down on earth, with it’s big arms filled with green colors of all different shades. We take so much and give back by taking more. Nature has only so much to give and we want more than it can give. It’s hard to believe that the same being that created this giving gift created such taking beasts. Not only did this being create these taking beasts it has cursed this gift by having it live throughout the spring and summer then in the fall it gets to the most beautiful scene most of us couldn’t imagine. We see it as beautiful and extraordinary, the tree sees death in the near future, come winter it will become reality. This curse has no cure, for people long for this glorious sight all through the seasons. They wait for it because it’s always different and then goes away like a small fish that just came face to face with its most fearful predator. It has a certain effect on some people that is just indescribable; it can make a mad man come back to sanity, unless it was the tree to cause this man to go mad. The tree is also a sneaky crook that can be trust worthy but also deceitful, it can cause damage things just as well as it can aid another tree back to life, or help a dying tree. The creator of both, the giving, and the taking beasts, was strategic about the way things are. The creator is giving but at the same time taking, showing that the tree’s innocence should not be tested. If the taking doesn’t temper with the giving, the giving would show that giving is much better than taking more then something can give.

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I was recently looking at the blog titled "Coleridge Symbolism and Meanings". The post on common sense really got me thinking, and that is so true. The quote "common sense in a an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom" is pretty much saying that if you have common sense, for instance to not j-walk in traffic, then that is just something that comes with maturity. When you are in a situation that's not as popular though and for example instead of just putting savings into one stock and investing in that one stock and only that one, which is a good idea, but investing in more than one stock and watching and using common sense in that aspect. That’s what I think wisdom is. I agree with Wade’s idea about how what Coleridge does is nice because his thoughts and theories are not just meant for the people of high education, but that his ideas are universal to any age and can be summarized to fit into every day experiences. If someone were looking for examples of what this quote means, I think if they skimmed over his post it would definitely give them a GOOD idea. I personally think the entire blog for that matter has some great information and ideas on what Coleridge’s beliefs and philosophies were based on. The quote “advice is like snow, the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind”, I think it means that if advice is given subliminally or given lightly and not drilled in as a “rule”, then it will tend take more effect being something just said that is wise. The visual part of this blog is also very inviting, I enjoy Coleridge’s artwork. You can see in his artwork what his beliefs are summarizing just by how they are put together. I think Coleridge has a main belief in the deeper meaning of things and that if you think about things more than once that you will finally get to that good conclusion with time. I enjoy Coleridge’s work and I find it quite intriguing, and I feel that this blog definitely sums him up in a box very well. 

"A Whirl Blast from Behind the Hill"

Wordsworth is talking about a thunder storm, he says that there was this great blast behind the hill that made everything in the woods silent. Wordsworth describes hailstones pattering the ground so it must be a pretty bad storm. Wordsworth describes the leaves that have fallen and how they don't move, then a man that seems to make everything dance By making music with his pipe. I think this poem is about Wordsworth getting in trouble, because in the poem it tells you that he was sitting in an undergrove. It sounds like he might be hiding from someone, like maybe his father is yelling at him. The father is the storm that makes everything go silent and still.The hailstones are his arge and terror, how wordsworth is feeling under all this tension. His mother is the one that brings life back into everybody and everything.The music is her calming the father down and showing him how he was wrong to yell. Soon everything is back to life and Wordsworth comes out of his undergrove to see what had happend to the storm. Wordswoth has this wAy with his poems that he just makes it so I can understand them more. He gets me on some poems,and I am totally wrong when I reflect them. I choose this poem,because it thought it was a crazy all mixed up and wild one, but it wasn't all that I had hoped for. I have come to find out that most of his poem that sound interesting are not that interesting but the ones that don't sound interesting are the best ones. Thats one thing I like about wordsworth is that his poems are creative and not always boring. He makes poems seem more than just writing and ryming, he makes itseem like a new world. In most of his poems you get to see the world how he sees it. I'm glad that I got Wordsworth as my poet, because it has been fun, all the poems aren't too bad some are really great and I think I wouldn't have had this much fun with any other poet.

Unforgiving

The air so delicate

Every breath taken as if oxygen itself is disappearing

Trying to break out of the cage that holds you back from reality

The feeling of not being able to move

Not being able to speak

Not being able to think clearly

The faint noise of a ventilator off in the distance

The car beginning to seem to thrash side to side as if it has a mind of its own

The trees and cars passing within a blink

The air growing thin and fear beginning to fill

Sleet thrashing against the brisk foggy windshield

Hearts pounding and hopes begin to sink

Joy and happiness all and all stand still

A field in the distance clashing against a horizon of only chance

Minutes racing by while some are left behind

Time and all begin to soon be a blur

Thoughts and words all jumbled, wishing they had been said

Dreams and reality in a bind

Sounds and noises a complete slur

Like a form of plague taking the forgiving and helpless

Laughter and smiles replaced by sobs and tears

Familiar faces walking in a daze

The white walls seem to want to take whoever they can hostage

Feel and hear angels begin to cheer

Rushing way through the building a maze

Each room like a cell, containing the taking over maleficent

Tubes carrying unknown substances, like ill octopus tentacles

The fowl overwhelming stench of ammonia and disinfectant shredding the nostrils of the visiting

If only there was a cure

Taking each step as if the lives of loved ones depended on the placement of the next

Then the shrill beeping noise once again seeming closer as ever

Clangorously like the sound of the bellowing innocent

Fighting for mercy putting their lives delay

Getting there at last only to see them fade away


Written by Kody Oldham

Wordsworth's inspiration and influences

While leaving Cambridge University Wordsworth was still unsure of what he was going to do for work. He said that he felt he wasn't "good enough" for the church, He was not wanting to follow in his fathers footsteps of law. He thought it was unreal that he had a big enough size for a military career, and if he were ordered to go to the West Indies his talents wouldn’t be enough to protect him from the yellow fever. So for about a year he was jobless in England, he then moved to France to learn the language. The French revolution was starting and in the early stages. In Wordsworth's “Prelude”  he was over joyed with the expectations of a new world of social justice movement which made him and other young English liberals very stirred up. Wordsworth was a supporter of the French revolutionary War. The war was one of the big influences that were in his life. The reason that Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy were so close was for their appreciation of nature and poetry. His influence was mostly nature and the sights that were around the lake that he had spent most of his mature life by. The start of his poetic career was when he met Coleridge, the two life long friends would see each other everyday and just talk about poetry, the Lyrical ballads was the first poem that was created by the two of them. "When most poets were still focusing on ancient heroes in grandiloquent style," Wordsworth was focused on nature, children, the poor, common people, and used regular everyday words to explain his feelings about whatever he was writing about. Wordsworth’s definition of poetry was "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings arising from "emotion recollected in tranquillity" so what he is saying is the  great overwhelming of powerful feelings that come from feelings that remind you of calmness. A quote from the poem that Coleridge and Wordsworth produced call Lyrical Ballads explains what poetry is to them "Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science." Poetry was about expressing what they were seeing in nature and how they were felling about it.

First Impressions of I Wandered Lonely as a cloud

 First impressions of a lot of poems don’t make sense. By trying to interpret what the poet really means is difficult and sometimes takes some extra help from others opinions. The first time reading this poem an idea formed from the description and use of words. He meant for it to be from a point of view of himself and something he experienced. The first stanza he’s explaining the time where he was roaming and came across the shore where he lived in the lake-district in Grasmere. The lake side was covered in daffodils as far as he could see. He went into further detail about the way the flowers “danced” all to put a picture in the readers mind. In the next stanza Wordsworth goes on about the daffodils and how they remind him of the milky-way because the flowers were as far as he could see (never-ending) as also the milky-way is perceived. Its describing how there was so many flowers and gave a description of something the reader could think of and instead of stars in the milky-way it was daffodils on the side of a lake. The third stanza is comparing the waves of the lake that “danced” next to the waves of daffodils. In the poem it says, The waves beside them danced; but they out-did the sparkling waves in glee, when in the poem it says “they” its talking about the daffodils and how even though the lake is “sparkling” the daffodils win because they have more delight.   After that line it says “A poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company.” Wordsworth is stating that him, along with any other poet couldn’t be anything but happy when looking at this sight. He looked and looked but couldn’t understand what he had gained from this experience with a sight that he thought was so magnificent. The final stanza it is saying that now that he is gone away from the sight that he loved so much when he is lonely or “pensive” (thinking) he can think of looking at the beautiful daffodils and become satisfied.

William Wordsworths Biography

The life of William Wordsworth started on April 7th 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland. Wordsworth was the second of five children, his father was a law agent, the family was pretty well of. After his mother’s death in 1778, he was sent to Hawkshead Grammar School, ten years later he was sent up to St. Johns college. He enjoyed hiking he went walking on a tour of France, Germany, and Switzerland, and in 1791, after graduating. Wordsworth had a great enthusiasm towards the French Revolutionary war which took him back to France also in 1791. While in France Wordsworth had an affair with Annette Valon, who later gave birth to his daughter, Caroline in 1792. Wordsworth had ran out of money and returned to England the next year, the Anglo-French was, followed by the Reign of Terror stopped him from returning to France for nine years. From returning to England he had been reunited with his sister Dorothy, she was not only his companion but his close friend, moral support and housekeeper until her mental and physical weakening in1830. The following year Wordsworth met Coleridge, the three of them (Dorothy included) became very tight. Especially the two men, they met every day in 1797 to 1798 talking about poetry and to plan Lyrical Ballads, it came out in 1798. All three of them traveled to Germany that fall and brought to them intelligent inspiration for Coleridge and homesickness for Wordsworth. When they returned home Dorothy and William stayed in his lake district, near Grasmere. Finally Peace settled in 1802 and allowed Wordsworth and Dorothy to visit France again to see Annette and Caroline. A few months later after getting the inheritance passed down from their father who worked for Lord Lonsdale, William married Mary Hutchinson. By 1810 they had five children, but the happiness was toughened by the loss of his brother John in 1805, being away from Coleridge and the loss of two children in 1813. Wordsworth in1813 accepted an employment as Distributor of stamps for Westmorland, the extra money which was additional to his post made him financially safe. William’s whole family moved to Rydal Mount, between Grasmere and Rydal water. Wordsworth’s literary career began with graphic sketches and "grasped an early climax before the turn of the century with Lyrical Ballads." (Glenn Everett)

The Trip

The ship had set sail and the room filled with an unbearable heaviness that could not be carried on the shoulder of one, but would.
The words come out as cold as a breeze across the mountain tops in the dead of winter
Thoughts come through debating if they could comprehend or even come close to understandin' him.
Silence fills the room and a tree unreachable from the ground blow freely against the window
"How long do I have?"
A tear comes down the cheek of the seated and the ears of the bedridden fill with absence of hope.
The light through the crack of the curtain clouds over and the memories flutter into the mind like
The butterflies in the fields of Nebraska that once came through the boys fingers in such amounts that the
Wind could not keep up as it did in the Windy City where the liveliness of Broadway lit up the faces with a heart of joy in all those with a view as well as the sun at dawn peeking over the ridge
That a train filled with the passengers anxiously awaiting their arrival to the sunny state where one passenger would make his last stop.
Bedridden, the passenger entwines fingers with the trellis that has become a needed part down to their heart.
"We are ready. You can leave us when you are." a muffled voice comes from the long dark hallway where
The Light peaks through a door finally opening.
Setting his bags down from his long trip, the passenger lets one last breath out and plants both feet on the other side of the door before taking one look back over his shoulder to the room of people he had come to know.