Tuesdays are going to be marvelous this year. I have no classes on this day, so I am free for to spend a whole day focusing on my studies.
So here I am, underneath the fresh, breeze-cooled shade of a young red maple. Below me, in the dell, the willow maiden sways and dances as spruces and pines bow gently in her direction. A tuliptree leans against the band shell, and up here at the top, in the company of so many Maples, I watch the cloudscape filter light tbetween leaves flush with living energy.
I don't even mind the wrist splint, for the air is sweet with the fragrance of summer grass, my mind is sharp, and my fingers are flying over the keys.