It's the 25th of November. By all accounts, a very ordinary day, just like the many before it. I'm seated in front of my laptop again, and listening to a song that is a throwback to my younger days in a symphonic band. And in the middle of this song, there is an English horn solo that never fails to make time stop, and life quieten down for me.
It reminds me of a slow trek through chestnut and maple hued woods, where my feet rustle up the fallen leaves even as I smell autumn in the air. A light breeze lifts the edges of my hair, and it sends a couple of leaves drifting towards me. I walk into the middle of the woods where there is a little lake, and a group of grey ducks with bottle green heads float on by.
And I find that it is this peace I need. After a semester that has been mostly rough, confusing at times, simply frustrating at others, I'm finally facing what is probably the biggest test, the exam for the media management core that has defined the semester for me.
I've read the notes so many times I no longer know what I know or don't know anymore. I just want to get it done with, and after that, everything comes full circle.