Risen / Fallen

Natsnet Habtu '25

As I sit along the edge of the lake looking Ahead of me seeing the tall, thick, green mountains

But the day turns to night

The crescent bright moon reflecting

The Other Side Of The Window

Ella Gray '24 a desolate christmas, as usual, ancient radiator, crackling fury, straining to exude heat. fairy lights strung along the bare christmas tree twinkling, illuminating the dark, miniature apartment, new york city. she sits alone on the sofa, like every year, engulfed in furry blankets from christmases past. sighing into mugs of warm apple cider, paying little mind to the film on screen, instead gazing outside, watching winter’s heavy snow fall gracefully into trees, onto panes, blanketing the ground. amid gentle flurry a couple hand in hand, chuckling with their child, jumping and shrieking joyful such an enchanting white holiday. heart aching, yearning for christmases like theirs. sighing, diverting her attention back to the movie, downing her newly cold apple cider, accepting the inevitability of forever being the one on the other side of the window.

Shadows and Footsteps

Lucy Brodsky '23