Dickinson / Today, I’m in Costa Rica

and I slept more last night than I did in the last three days combined and I got to hug my sister and dad and mom for the first time in months and I met a really kind man named Donald who has never been to America but loves the NFL so he wants to visit Dallas someday (just thinking about that now, I should have told him Dallas isn’t the best place in the states) and I did my morning run along the beach like they do in movies (do they do that in movies? idk, they should.)


But I also have my final essays due online and so despite the fact that I’ve left my phone in the room and decided to not pay extra for internet, here I am, in the lobby, writing about Faulkner, Emerson, Nature and Dickinson. I’m not mad. So here’s this beautiful quote about poetry:

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”

-Emily Dickinson

Dickinson / Today, I’m in Costa Rica