Rays and Waves

Faces are turned or covered, but the richness of culture is illustrated in the markets while poverty is shown in the deterioration of the streets. Faces are hidden but their stories stare me straight in the face.

At the age of 16, I spent my junior year of high school in Málaga, Spain, studying abroad with Rotary Exchange Program. During my time in Spain, every accomplishment seemed monumental. Estranged not only from my foundation of support, love and familiarity, but also from the ability to attain my typical standards of achievement in…

By midnight I would lie down, releasing the tension and ache from my body while reflecting on the day’s spectrum of sentiments, from miscommunication, solitude and despondency to self-accomplishment and contentment. My racing thoughts would supersede my rundown body and tired mind, keeping me up for hours longer. I would think, tomorrow will be a…