All Too Familiar, Kristina Acevedo

by Kristina Acevedo '12

At first glance this path looked different. The rocks were in different places, the trees unrecognizable. Crashing against the cliff, the sound of the waves brought to life a new melody that ears had not heard. The ambiance was striking, creating a feeling of solidarity that had nearly gone extinct. It seemed that here things were different, the pace of time—immeasurable, perception of beauty—indefinable, the prospects of a journey—unpredictable. To describe this place a peculiar fantasy, would be a criminal understatement. Its mystical shadows were inviting, its dim rays of light foreboding. Oh how at first glance this path looked different, how could it have been an illusion? were the rocks arranged at a particular angle? were the trees from a distant land unknown? how could the sounds have been mistaken? could our souls be incomplete, with a misguided belief of complete independence? was time miscomprehended, or were things moving, faster... slower...

was beauty indefinable or were features blandly indistinguishable? maybe the prospects of a journey were remnants of a hopeful longing for past opportunities not taken. perhaps those rays of dim golden splendor, were perceived by blind eyes, for in the end the path that seemed so different was all too familiar.