It rained all day on Sunday, but then night drew in and the sky cleared, smooth as the skin of a mango. A brisk wind drove the storm clouds before it, and they roiled away across the horizon, black and restless.
I approach the the term's end now. Before me yawns the chasm of winter break and a month without school. Everyone looks at me strangely when I wish for more weeks of school. I checked the weather in California. Showers and rain for the next ten days. I've been so excited to go home, and now for some reason I can't bring myself to leave. But, I know I will be busy - the studying doesn't end when the term does. I have 11 chapters of Chinese characters to learn, summer proposals to write, and many books to read (for my career, and for fun).
Sometimes I wish I was a tree, that I could just drop the thing that was sucking up too much energy and not giving anything back. That I could stand in the cold wind, and sing.