I have my headphones blaring something new, real and raw, and I'm feeling like today is something for the books. Another month has gone by and somehow a snowy spring day can still lift my spirits -- but something doesn't feel quite right. Maybe it's the music putting me into this mood where every little snowflake has a story to tell that I'm ready and open to listen to.
My memory goes towards a day at the beginning of my time here at Champlain where the visual image of a beautiful woman is sitting under a blooming tree and the shadows are hiding her eyes but illuminating her shoulders. Something about that was so peaceful to me, and I'm realizing now that it's because I want to be her.
Suddenly that image isn't so peaceful anymore.
I'm tired of school work. I want the summer sun and the many hours of solitude that wait ahead.
