Taking Risks Alyssa Griesman
I sat patiently on a small black bench, waiting for the next train to arrive. Although it was early September, there was a crisp breeze that roamed through the air, whispering ever so slightly. The tiny hairs on my arms started to perk up, and my teeth began to chatter. I tried warming up by putting on a sweater, but there was no hope. All I could do was continue to wait patiently for the train, thinking about the new journey that awaited me. I began to won- der if I should turn back and quit so that I could wash away my fears. But, I reminded myself that risks are necessary in order to move forward. As the train approached the station, I lifted my eyes, head held high, embracing the cold air and the infinite mysteries that awaited me.
On The Edge of Greatness | Aren Nessler | Photography
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