Today is one of those days where a short-sleeved shirt suffices. The air is warm, and the breeze is cool--feels like spring. It is a nice vacation from being at home with the freezing weather. While I rather enjoy winter, I could not handle year-around ice. I have walked through the campus many times just to feel the sun's warmth. It is a peaceful Sunday. A Sunday that leaves my mind in turmoil. The light outside my window brings warmth to the room and smiles to our faces. My roommate opens the blinds and welcomes the soft sun. I am still in my pajamas. The battle in my head? Do I want to enjoy a day full of leisure, or shall I go out and soak up this rather perfect day?--both a rarity, of sorts. I gladly did both.
The wind struck my skin, but not enough to burn, and putting on my jacket made me feel as though I was suddenly stricken with an early case of menopause. So, I let the weather do its worst and I enjoyed every moment of it. It is days like these I find myself enjoying life more than any other day. I do not need my camera, I do not need my music, and I do not even need the company of another. I can take a stroll on my own and be completely content. (Though, I am happy my friend joined me.) The sun was not enough to blind me, the clouds did not prepare doom on our little corner of the world, and the blue of the sky was awe-inspiring, with dazzles of pink hues here and there.
I want to be able to enjoy life more, but not just because I am looking forward to days like this one. I want to wake up, see the storm, and still know everything will be okay. I can usually achieve such a positive demeanor from day-to-day, but life happens, and the happiest person in the world is capable of falling apart. I do not want to be devoid of all real emotion, but I want happiness to be the one with which I am most acquainted. The rest of the season is bound to bring more awkward weather--good or bad. From now on, I am going to be ready.