Reflections and such

I'm sitting here, all alone in my apartment, relishing in the solicitude....I love when I can hear myself think, when my thoughts just flow naturally from one thing to another. I'm so tired, but it's a good kind of tired. The kind where you know you're tired for a good reason; you don't regret feeling tired. I even got quite a bit done today despite my exhaustion. (I won't even tell you how late I woke up, mostly because my dad would be appalled. )

Today and yesterday were beautiful days. I walked all the way to the pool today just to find out that it was closed. But you know what? I didn't even care. I wanted to stay outside and just soak in the warmth. It was a perfect autumn day, and I soaked it in. I wish all Utah winters were this mild. It almost reminds me of Tennessee.

I woke up at 4:30 yesterday, wide awake. I finally rolled out of bed around five, and decided I wanted to go swimming. So I walked to the pool in the dark early morning hours, and I came to a conclusion: the hour or so before sunrise is my favorite time of the day. John Steinbeck once referred to it a quiet gray period, and for some reason, I love this description. I think it perfectly describes that time of day. It's so quiet and the promise of a new day is ripe in the air. It almost has a hopeful aspect to it.