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As I walked down the street, the sun setting, I realized I was surrounded by works of art.

"These houses are so beautiful. The way the sun reflects off the windows, it makes them appear as golden mirrors!"

"There are quite nice mirrors, aren't they?"

"Mirrors..?"

"Yes. The inhabitants of this area have shut themselves from the world. They put mirrors on instead of windows so that nothing can get to them. They like being safe in the comfort of their own homes. I understand that. What they don't know is, they're missing the real beauty that resides right outside their own home."


So yesterday, I was walking down the street when I noticed the houses just glowing! And thee trees were reflected in the windows. Canada's winter looks beautiful. On those rare days when the sun makes it past the snow clouds, it's like the world revealed a new truth.

It was so...

The world was already glowing with the glistening snow. Everything was white. Everything except the windows. The windows had, like, individual paintings. They were all tinted yellow from sunlight.

It made me wonder in awe, the world truly is a nice place sometimes.

I felt sad then, because I knew only I could see that. Hardly any students live where I do, and most adults were still working. Even if they did go home, the adults would be driving, too focused on the roads, and the students would be, well, students.

Even the people inside the houses, the very people who were closest to the beauty of the windows, even they could not see what I saw.

I do have alternate selves. I talk to myself, because I can make unexpected responses for myself. I'm like two people stuck in one body, one conscience, and yet have two different trains of thought.

My other self told me how beautiful it was, and how it was a pity that I couldn't share the sight.

I have so much homework to do. I'll go now. thanks for reading, and goodnight if it's night!

Also, if you're curious, that thing at the beginning of the entry was the conversation I had in my mind. That's how I actually think, word for word.