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world of darwin Rain outside my window. I roll over and look at the clock. Quarter after five in the morning. There really isn't any set time for me to wake up. Class is still a good six hours away. I roll out of bed anyway. So began my Tuesday morning. Awake before sunrise where the light has that undefined quality to it and all of the colors are muted. The air is cooler than it was when I went to sleep. ... Walking to and from class is so much nicer now with the warmer weather. I can take my time and look around rather than squint from the cold wind. I'll only have to do that walk two more days and then I'm done. The semester will be over for me. ... Part of me wants to launch into another examination of my life, but then I stop. I think that I have talked to myself enough this year already. I just want to live for a while and not have to think too hard about what I am doing. Maybe I'll just simply be if that is at all possible to do anymore. Oh, I imagine that all of this must sound dreadfully self-indulgent, but I have stopped caring about so many things lately. Summer feels as though it were here and I want to enjoy it instead of wasting my time on other things. I want to feel the sun and wind on my face as I spend more and more time outside. I am so tired of sitting in a room with no windows doing a job that really isn't that important. ... There was more wind than sun this afternoon, but that didn't stop me from sitting on my deck and reading once again.
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