While I don't listen to country that much, I keep listening to this song. I know I should be in bed right now, 8 AM classes are terribly merciful. Although they suck whether you get eight hours of sleep, or five. So I'll just keep doing this.
The weather out here has been absolutely beautiful, every night has been a barefoot blue jean night. With me playing guitar by myself and not staying up to the crack of dawn with anyone. But I have been enjoying it regardless.
These past few nights have been especially ... interesting. Maybe the estrogen levels all over campus have raised, but love is in the air. Not like that, just the thought of love. And I hate it. I hate when I get in these moods. It sucks. Being a girl sucks sometimes. And what sucks is that I like it. My roommates and I have been feeling the same way..GAH. So frustrating. I just keep thinking about... well. Don't worry about that specifically. It is just very annoying. And irrational.
There is so much I want to write about. But nope. Tonight is not the night. Right now I just need to write. I haven't written in such a long time. This feels really good. I've got the lights turned down, good music playing, and the cool night breeze blowing on my neck. All in all, life is good. I should be really grateful for all the things that I have. The stars are bright, the moon has been even brighter. There really is nothing like seeing the bright, full moon shining behind the mountains and illuminating them. Truly breathtaking.
This type of weather is the kind that makes me appreciate a lot of things. The way the grass is cool on my skin as I lay in it. The sun and the way it feels to get too warm in it. Feet on the sand and the way your body reacts different physically when you run in it. The sound of feet hitting the pavement. The sound that bare feet make on the pavement. Feeling a little bit too cold in shorts and a t-shirt because you are in the shade, but not wanting to get up because it feels absolutely fantastic regardless. Feeling your shirt move when you lay in the sun and feeling that warm cloth shift. The leaves feel different as you run your hands through them. The branches feel softer and more alive. The entire world is waking up and stretching. If you do not let yourself become a part of that stretching, then you are missing out on the expanding experience that it is. There is so much to learn from all of that, it makes me so sad because so many people turn a blind eye to it. It is just another season. Yes, but that does not make it any less significant. Enjoy every moment of it. Breathe in deeply every time that you can. Feel that air fill your lungs and make you whole. Feel that earth beneath your feet.
That isn't where I was thinking about going for this post, but there it is! Things just flow sometimes. I don't usually know where they are taking me, but I always end up somewhere. Like here. I would talk more about boys and such (these past two days have completely revolved around them.), but I don't think that you want to read about that. Honestly, I don't think about it that much. But when I do, I blog about it. And that is then what you read. I am very sorry that you have to put up with my feminine rantings. They can become fairly repetitive.
I'll leave you with this song. It kind of reminds me of those summer nights where it is a little cold, enough to give you shivers, but not enough to close the window and shut off the breeze. Those nights where you have someone to think about and they make you come alive. The world is alive, you are alive, and you are just waiting for the opportunity to burst into that new found power. The breeze rejuvenates you and makes everything clear, cool, and perfect. You are so optimistic. You are so full of the beauty of the world all around you. The cold side of the pillow is even something that makes you feel more like yourself. Taking your socks off in bed and feeling the covers push against your toes and all that it makes you feel. Enjoy the little things. A well draped cotton shirt that feels good. The bit of sand that gets between your foot and your flip flop. A good smile. A kind hello. People who like you for who you are. You are made for hot summer days, but also for those perfect, cool summer nights. Spring nights are almost as good. Nothing beats the smell of possibility that seems to hang in spring air like fog. It is really beautiful. As a kid, I would always be awake during these nights. My sister would be asleep. I would open up the blinds and let the moon rays fall on me. I'd watch the way the lights hit cars that drove by. The best was when it was right after a rain. It'd be one in the morning and the lights and the moon would make the street look like something Monet created in the deep recesses of his mind. I loved it. I'd make myself a cup of tea sometimes and just sit and watch. I did that a little while ago here, and it was just as good.