My major:
For the rest of this November,
Is to be love
Written in chalk
On a black & white brick wall

My minor:
An almost cartoon imagined lake
That has thousands of pieces of sand & dirt
Leading up to the bluest of waters,
Whatever that means,
Leading up to an almost impossible walk-way on that water
Leading up to a far off pristine city
In front of the undeniably patient mountains
Leading up to that edible sky

And I will learn so much