Of sunsets, and pretty skies.

This time of the year gives us amazing views of the sky - formations of clouds, interspersed with colors of merging shades, with sunlight sparkling in here and there. Not only is the weather getting warmer, but the transition visible up high is beautiful. No matter how bad my day is ending, I get to see a pretty sunset which gives me something to feel good about.
I love those times, few but precious, when I cannot for the life of me feel upset about anything.
Grey-blue and white, purple-blue, indigo, paler, and pink. Sometimes salmon. Bright heaven - peeping out from between a tear in the fluffy world up there. Everything makes sense. Everything is simple. Peace. Serenity. Love. I can fly up to do anything and be everything.
I can breathe.

The better half that is you

January the 1st deserved mention, but unfortunately got it not.
No matter, there have been days and days after, minutes and moments that brought warmth and energy and smiles and tears - tears of joy, tears of longing, tears of bittersweet emotion. Words. Words that were heavy with emotion and feeling, feeling so pure, so selfless, that it is indescribable, possibly because I can only wish to be so myself.
You are light, you are warmth, you are the sun. The real sun. The only sun. The summer sun.
The strawberry blond that shines and ripples and bursts with fruit-energy. Fresh. Rich. Lush.
Green grass, that needs bare feet to feel alive.
Cold mirror on flushed pink cheeks. Relief. Slowing down of pulse.
The pulse that races. In your presence. In your absence. In my fantasies. Us.
Indescribable. Threads that we wove together, you and I, threads that we kept adding strands to, weaving side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Flaxen thread, ebony silk, warm-brown-soft.
I do not need your open arms to know my worth. Your eyes say it all.
I do not need assurances of loyalty, of faith, of belief, of hope. Your voice radiates it, with laughter, with gruffness, with humility, with passion.
And yet, yet it matters, somehow...somehow it feels good to hear it.. when you say

I love you

sunbathing...in rather different terms =P

I find the locations in GC highly inspiring. Without a doubt, it's an amazingly beautiful place! Sitting here in the sun in the Oval proves to be extremely enjoyable during the cold weather of January, provided the cold wind isn't dryly blasting across your face like it does nowadays.

I love the feeling of being in the Oval, like when these days it's dotted with small groups of ppl - in two's, three's or even a solitary figure - sitting and lounging around, working or just soaking up some sun. You only need to twist halfway backwards to see the main building and it's clock tower, and screw up your face at the unpleasant thought of it nearly being time for class. You walk into the main building off the road, pass by the Vice Chancellor's rooms and in the opening; scan the various people seated in the amphitheater for a familiar face; you reach the english department, climb the stairs up to the Central Library landing and reach the level of the trees, only to find two cute fluffy grey owls, perched next to each other on the same branch.

Of course, there's much more to see while traveling around the university, but I think this much is enough for now. While I try to move away to different locations, my mind incessantly prods me and nudges me back to my favorite haunt of the winter: the Oval.
The fact that these words are being put down while seated on one of the 'step' things that me and my four friends usually occupy is also very much the reason that I'm discoursing at length of this particular place. I can't help it; I love the sun! =) One element I cannot live without.
I look around and gaze at the goal towards the right of the ground and smile, thinking of Amoo and Yasmin lazily sprawled out in it, sleepy because of the sun's warmth, and covered from head to toe in dirt and grass =D

There are people from my class seated in places around me, as today is supposedly off but us goody-two-shoes kids have come to study anyway =P

My finals start the coming Friday and I'm not sure I'm totally prepared for them. (not surprised, huh?) The fact is, with not having enough gas at home to light a stove properly, let alone a heater, from 8:30a.m. to 11:30 at night, I do find it quite difficult to study in negative temperatures. I was thinking yesterday about how I used to complain in previous winters of the cold and willed it to be over as quickly as possible. That was surely a cinch! We had heaters then that could be turned on at will any time of the day or night and a geyser that never failed to turn on whenever we tried and hot water. This time, we have had much less; yesterday we had nothing. It was cold water from morning till end and bare hearths and empty fireplaces.

I hope I don't sound like I'm complaining =P But I do sound bitter, because that I am. There's not much exaggeration at least, that I can say.
I still have close to 45 min and I believe I should rest my pen for a while and peruse my notes. I do have exams coming after all.