Alive

I really enjoy the winter.
(pause for dramatic effect)
Yep, believe it. There's just something in the chill of the night air. How the first breath catches halfway down your throat and refuses to thaw. How the stars shine especially bright and the fresh snow covers everything in purity. So beautiful. There's something in the cold that makes me feel so—small—but so fully alive. I love it.

That said, last week was the worst week so far this school year. I had such a wonderful time frolicking in the monstrous snowstorm with lovely ladies who would the next day become my Valentines (I beat Nikki 17 to 7!). I did practically no schoolwork or music department work. I had so much bonding time with friends, and even saw spiritual transformation in one of them.

All surrendered to the juggernaut of Junior Presentation. The whole class was in a great panic. Last-minute lines memorization and class song practice. Hours and hours of setup. Just a great bundle of stress. Nothing can fully describe the feelings leading up to this.

Oh, hey, distance from God doesn't help much either.

Then the moment came. The food was served. The curtains parted as the music started. (hey that's not a bad line! I'll need to come back to that.) Mistakes were made. Love and laughter repaired. All was weaved into song. It was beautiful.

In God we trust
We will have no fear
He's been leading us since freshman year
Now we choose to lead the world

Last week was the best week so far this school year.