sunshine

It's really hard to be grumpy and unsure of things when the sun is shining. Now while that may not be an entirely truthful statement, it certainly communicates the correct sentiment: that the world is brighter, both literally and metaphorically (haha) when the sun is out.

As well as making me want to watch Remember the Titans, sunshine highlights the unnatural beauty of organic beings as when as the natural rhythm of some of man's creations. The grass on the field is an unrealistically potent green, and the shape of the belltower rising behind the trees echoes their shape with grace. Clearly, sunshine also distracts me from the productivity to which I must return, but its also a reminder of the value of a life beyond the black marks on the page, or the sparsely decorated walls of a classroom.

So here I am, trying to remember what the order of things should be in my mind. Spanish reading after Spanish reading, comments on a poem or two. Start outlining an ensayo? Send some emails. It all seems so mundane and colorless in comparison to the blue sky and green grass and the amber-colored leaves of the tree in front of me.