So run into the fields; scream louder than you can.

All this classroom work tends to numb the soul. Sometimes I catch myself walking from classroom to library, or library to union, or union to dorm completely engrossed in my mental to-do list. It's not wrong that I'm focusing on academics. After all, that's what I'm here for. It's okay that I'm here in the present. But sometimes it's good just to be a dreamer for a while.

It's especially good to dream about things like honeycrisp apples, some new cute rainboots, living in a tiny apartment in the heart of a city somewhere someday, and everything I'll do when I'm home tomorrow. Mostly I'm preoccupied with the fact that winter is fast approaching, and that means: hot cocoa, twinkle lights, fir trees, colorful scarves, pumpkin-flavored everything, carols, candles, and non-stop Christmas music for 2 straight months. Can't wait.