mindwanderings

Early in the morning on my way to class, the sight that I saw was nothing short of amazing. It had rained the night before and the ground was wet and gray. I walked halfway across campus before seeing a soul, which was something new because there is usually always somebody wandering about. The air was a bit nippy but it was nothing that a sweater couldn’t fix. Although I was 5 minutes late to class today, I was welcomed by the beautiful day.

I don’t know anyone, really, who enjoys a good rain storm like I do. There’s something about the lack of light that captures a certain mood. I suppose the Autumn days bring about this melancholic feeling. I wonder how it is back home right now, in San Diego. I never knew a day that was horrible, life was always so merry and sunny. What a change though, to be in San Francisco where the sun barely peeks out behind the clouds. I’ve been adjusted because I knew what was in store for me. And I left home anyway.

As I was walking along the sidewalk, I noticed that the leaves left colorful imprints on the wet ground. Imprints as in, the colors of the leaves had smeared and all that was left was a bright array of colors. These are the times that I regret not bringing the Pentax up with me. I miss photography. I was never more interested in color photography than I was with black and white. There’s a serene solitude that comes with a picture left without color; it somehow captures quietness and peace. One would have to add their own color by looking at it.

Regarding my writing, what I’m planning on doing is just studying great authors and their style of writing. Maybe someday, my own will come. I just love when the words just flow; it’s one of the most beautiful thing. I can’t rush anything, I’m told, because everything takes time. Speaking of time, it’s halfway through the semester and though it can be slow at times, it’s going along steadily. Next year I’ll be moving out of the dorms into an apartment. I’ll take on a job in addition to school, of course. So, this is life, eh?

I’m off to do other things now, hopefully get in some reading time before I head off to journalism class. Although the sky seems dreary right this moment, I feel at peace and appreciative and, happy. I’m happy. What a beautiful life.

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