In writing this post, my original intention was to lament about the amount of work slowly piling up on top of me as the semester's end draws (stampedes?) closer and closer, but then I started to reflect on the past few days. I've been busy, almost to the point of tears, and in my wake have destroyed a whole tub of the most delicious hazelnut ice cream, but the weather has been so rich and warm, that I've been able to maintain a weird sense of calm. Today was not extraordinary, but it felt extraordinary just because the sunlight made everything seem a bit more promising. I sweat like that icy bottle of coke you left on the front porch for too long, I a small talked with a guy whose voice was as soft as down feathers, I walked around campus barefoot for a little while until I reached my car, I drove home with only one shoe on, I got unfortunate comments on a paper I wrote but saw the one good comment digging its way out from the negative words, I drove the same old route from home to school to home but was genuinely excited about everything becoming greener and greener. Typical, but not typical at all. This outfit is pretty typical, but that's okay.