Driving by yourself can sometimes be a lovely thing. When I left Baton Rouge after class the sky was lit by lightening and rain was falling but my car was faster than the storm. By the time I was flying past the black shillouettes of cypress trees on the elevated highway that runs through the swamp to New Orleans the storm was left behind in the west. The moon, full and radiant, played peek-a-boo with the clouds while I listened to Van Morrison sing about the slipstream, cypress avenue, Avalon, ballerinas, and gardens wet with rain. The soft, thrumming gutair notes and the heat from the defroster soaked into my bones until my headlights shone in my own windows.
P.S. I think I did ok on the mid-term and just wanted to share a nice moment. Also, here is a quote I wanted to share:
"The world is so full of care and sorrow that is is a gracious debt we own to one another to discover the bright crystals of delight hidden in somber circumstances and irksome tasks." -Helen Keller