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the warm weather weirds

so, lets talk about how a change in weather creates a change in mood for nearly all of us. No, i'm sorry, I do not have any scientific research for you, unless you'd like to take a look at this 2004 Science Daily post (https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2004/10/041006082239.htm), but you really can't tell me I'm wrong. I'm just not in the mood.


Science or not, today's cloudy 45 degrees feels like a gift straight from heaven. This Tuesday's weather contained the best kind of hypocrisy: projected ice storm, which meant code red, which meant OCPs, which meant indoor formation... if you attend this institution you probably recognize the sheer happiness this list brings. However, the tepid temps kept the ice at bay. Incredible things keep happening today: I went to the gym at 0530 in PT shorts and my legs did not feel iced over during the 3 minute walk. I could smell the trees. The sky was BLUE!!! How extraordinarily rare for a February day in the Hudson Valley. Don't you feel like dancing?


To be quite frank, my day had a flustered start. Poor Gabriela witnessed my mid-morning panic as I spilled my cashew milk from an overflowing coffee mug on my way out to class, forgetting my mask, and somehow failing to prop open the door behind me for morning inspection. I moaned multiple times in exaggerated agony, as I mumbled an apology, and scurried to class decked out in an overly clunky gortex. Calmly, she looked up from her desk and told me she would fix our door. Let's all thank our roommates tonight.


However, a little sunshine goes a long way. Those rays are fighting the clouds right now. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a valiant effort of light slip into my fourth floor windows. Undoubtedly, I have homework, a project, a poorly timed writ, and thesis "catch-up" to entertain, but I don't believe our human bodies were made for the indoors when such fading beauty exists outside our windows.


tune of the day: Be My Baby by HoneyWire

pod of the day: Alain de Botton by On Being


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