I've been at school a week now. Having endured rain (and more rain), a power outage, losing at chess, and a looong plane flight, I arrived on campus late last Tuesday. Now classes have begun, and are wonderful thus far. Have I ever mentioned that I love reading? Well, I do. I also love weather, music, people, and food.
I took a prayer stroll around the pond today. Back in the woods are pools of water which aren't quite ponds yet are bigger than puddles... I think I'll call them... I'm not sure. But they're all iced over, and the ice looks almost exactly like white marble. Cool and smooth and opaque, rich and beautiful. And I couldn't help but think how people pay exorbitant sums of money to make their floors look like frozen winter puddles... Farther along, several trees had been cut, leaving sawdust strewn across the crushed, partially melted snow. The logs were neatly stacked in three small segments next to the path. I could still smell them as I walked past. It made me think of poetry and home. And have you ever noticed how mold smells? It's spicy, in an earthy, dark sort of way.
