“if only you could see”

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How do I feel at this hour? Pretty much the same way I look. What am I wearing? A pair of light, bright blue sliders. A white undershirt, and a blue and white striped button-down. There is only one button fastened, and that's for more personal reasons. My hair is probably in disorder because I didn't bother to look in a mirror. Is it because I don't care or didn't have time? I don't care. I drove barefoot this morning, as I do every morning. Right now I don't care.


With all the light in the world, it was still hard to get a good shot. Even with the tripod, the pictures were awkward. From the high risers, everyone could be seen. With the help of the zoom, pictures were taken and moments were stored in digital time. Where is the time?...What is the time? At glance at the watch said it was ten minutes 'til. In the corridor, people in blue sheets gathered, adjusted, fidgeted. These ten minutes standing and waiting were almost the worst. The band soon began playing and the crowd of 386 cheered. One last final look around and out they marched. The rows of royal blue became lines. High heels clicked and long feet shuffled. Cheering came from all around, from the multitude of people. It would be hard to pinpoint a familiar group. As the seats were filled, they sat and paid little attention. Her brown eyes would look for yours with the camera. She not only found your eyes, but those of two others, smiled and waved. It was hard to not let them be a distraction. To her left and right were only names she recognized. When they finally began the list of graduates, she cheered for those she knew. She could care less about her own fanfare. As she marched with others to the stage, she kept her eyes on the floor before her so it wouldn't slip beneath her. In soon enough time, it was over. She watched in awe at the hats flying rather than sending her own on the trip. It was over.