this week has flown. i can't believe the weekend is already here (i still have to "get through" school today, but after that...freedom!). i rode my bike in today. it was gorgeous to begin in the still-dark morning and arrive at school with dawn starting to light up the sky. i won't need to wear my headlamp much longer.
my favorite sight this morning: an orchard with vibrant pink blossoms contrasted with the growing green grass beneath the trees.
my favorite sound this morning: a rooster's call.
my favorite feeling this morning: pedaling and pushing through the whipping wind.
my favorite taste this morning: cantaloupe.
my favorite smell this morning: outside air.
happy friday!
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I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow. --Vienna Teng. OK, I don't really feel like that (toujours), but it's rather poetic, and I aspire to be such. Here you may read about some of the happenings in my life. Love, peace, and happiness to all.
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"Sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story."
--Tim O'Brien
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