Moments | Teresa Poast

Moment one: Sitting in the library and watching as the study desks reflected in the glass roof were replaced by white brightness each time lightning lit up the sky, and watching the rain flow smoothly down the slanted roof even though the storm itself was not smooth.

Moment two: Listening to the imperfect piano music coming from the practice rooms below my dorm room, and knowing that their imperfections make them beautiful. Wondering what the people are thinking as they mess up certain notes, and then listening to them fix their mistakes and move on.

Moment three: Walking up the stairs to my room, and smelling something wonderful cooking and hoping its coming from my dorm room, then the excitement when I walk in and see a brand new frosted cake sitting on my kitchen table.