Seasons (WOL)

My internet connection went yet again and I only came to campus to work this weekend, so I wound up writing my entries offline again. From now on, I think, I'll just put (WOL) in the heading. It's really just to keep it straight in my own head, anyway. That way you won't have to read a preface to everyone of my articles, eh?

Entry for 01/18:
Last day of the first week, finally. It seems so hard to believe that at the end of the semester I'll look back and say, 'It all went so fast!' Right now it seems as though the next sixteen weeks stretch out indefinitely. Not that it's altogether a bad thing. While I'm anxious to have my BA over with - and how weird it is, to think of myself as a BA, it seems I should have to be much more sensible then - I am somewhat ambivalent about life 'on the other side.' If I had something to look forward to it might be different, but June looks just like a question mark from my January perspective.

I find winter such an easy time to have melancholy reflections. It's much harder to concern yourself with the fate of the world on a spring evening, when you can smell the rain in the breeze and the earth looks as though someone brushed a film of green-ness over everything. Winter, though, however beautiful it may seem by turns, is very dark. The sky is mostly pearly-gray and the trees arch black-lacy fingers strikingly against the air; colors are muted and everything seems to slip into sepia tones. I feel certain that the writers of books that claim to be 'reality' and are definitely depressive must have written them all of a wintertime. How could it be possible to write them on a May afternoon!