Chill

Unfortunately, this will be a very brief post. I have a major test in Honors Humanities tomorrow and a midterm in Arts the next day. Still, I want to take a second and reflect on how awesome the weather has been the past few days.

For me, the best weather is when my hands and face feel crisply cool and everything else, because of the crispness of the extremities, feels cozy. It is that perfect combination of highs and lows so that the morning condensation on the window says, "Make some hot chocolate and put on a coat" and the pale afternoon sunshine says, "It's time for a game of pick-up football."

The power that weather has to influence my attitude amazes me. I've been telling people all day, "I can't be stressed when it feels like this outside." Even if I had a hundred midterms tomorrow, I would find a grassy knoll, sprawl out next to my mountain of books, and plug away, happy to be able to work in such beautiful weather.

And now I must return to my pressing task, but know that only one word can describe me right now.

Chill