Woke up this morning...

The cold air stung my cheeks, and I shoved my hands deeper into my jacket. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the snow sparkle in the sunlight. I looked up and noticed that the sky was a deep, clear blue. The trees stood tall and strong along the road. Suddenly I was amazed by the incredible beauty of the day. I looked around for someone to share it with, but none of my neighbors were in their yards enjoying the weather. In fact, the street was empty.

It wasn’t a wonderful summer morning or a crisp fall afternoon or even a quiet winter night, but this day was beautiful in its own way. And I began to understand about beauty.

Why Not Beautiful? Diane L. Mangum

Lately one of my favorite things to do is after classes are over and I have to cram in the computer lab I love to turn on some good tunes and google my project. Great tunes, new info, and nothing else to distract me. I like it even better when I walk home late at night and it is dark just listening to the music running through my ear phones and playing in the fallen leaves dispersed all over campus. I love that. Oh wait! get this- At night, sweet wind is blowing, bundled up in a bunch of coats- sweaters- hats- whatever, Listening to good tunes, walking in yellow leaves (but some are, of course, swirling around you due to the wind.) Man that is just a perma smile right there. Gotta love it!

If I could give this to just one person...

Despite the confusion, unknown, hard words/hard experiences, heart break, death, indecisiveness, tears-- I have never felt happier. Right here! Right now! Wierd to say sorta... I look at all these emotionally intense struggling experiences I have had in my life and still can sit here and say that I am happy? It feels like it is imbedded into the core of me. (Sorta feels like the effects of my blushing rash, but is constantly there!) I hope everyone knows they can feel like that too.

How wonderfully splendid.