Maybe you and I have more in common than you think—I love to breathe. I know you do too. What about a breath of fresh of air—great, huh? See? We’re meant to be friends.
Beautiful bluuuuuuuue sky is all I have seen lately—the color is amazing, really. I bet Crayola wishes they could get their hands on this kind of color. And somehow this clear sky is bringing with it a warm fresh air and after the dreary colorless winter months, there is absolutely nothing better. It’s on these days that I wish I lived outside the city, but even being right smack in the center of Budapest I managed to find a park to spend the whole day lying in the grass, belly up to the sun and the breeze wrapping itself around me. Whether it’s called the Santa Annas or the west winds, a nice breeze feels great and dangerously relaxing. I was so much planted in the grass that a dog ran over me, making sure to step RIGHT ON MY FACE.
I also love a breath of fresh air in the form of a different perspective or personality. The word for that would be REJUVENATION. What a wonder that does, especially when you get caught going through the motions of life, when it demands you to live at its own pace. You almost forget about the life around you as if wearing blinders and become immersed in your routines. Today I got this breath of fresh air simply from ME and doing…. NOTHING—all day. It’s a valuable skill, to do nothing, and it has taken me years to perfect. But how great is that kind of day? Just me, myself, and I all day long. Luckily I'm great company. HA. But, the quiet was very much needed now that we are down to our last two weeks of class and constantly in a buzz of academia. I remember at one point staring up into the blue and wishing I could bottle this feeling of calmness to save and store away.
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