Another semester has begun, this one my last.
Last night it snowed, and most of the day, burying the trees, land, cars, buildings, universe in thick piles of frosting. The world looks different, cleaner, magical, new, beautiful and full of hope. It's not as cold as it has been; odd how snow is warm!
This semester will be busy, perhaps excruciatingly so, but I chose this for myself, and believe I will enjoy all my studies. It will be creative and analytical, compelling and frustrating, but all fascinating, I think. We shall see. However it turns out, I am determined to enjoy what I can, learn what I can, and be faithful in my work without abandoning or ignoring friends.
This snowfall helps. To begin with snow, with gentle, large-flaked sugar floating down from the glowing sky, raises my hopes and silences my worries. With a world this beautiful, what have I to fear? If something as little as a snowstorm transforms bare trees into organic masterpieces, how much more does one crazy semester of study have the potential to turn little old me into something better?
On with the poems! On with the fairy and fantasy stories! On with the philosophy! On with the art! Let the games begin...
