Today I walked around with a sour look on my face. I was stressed, I was tired, I was angry at...well nothing, really. But everything at the same time. My mondays start at 8 and don't end until 9:30, and it gets less bearable each week. Not even the quickly accumulating blanket of snow could lift my spirits today. I was, in all honesty, determined to be miserable.
When classes were finally over for the day, I trudged out into the cold only to see that I had just missed the bus. Great, I thought, yet another reason to hate today. But as I walked back to my apartment alone through in the dark, all my worries flitted away, cliche as that may be. The snow blanketed everything in clean perfection, magicking away the shitty day I had, which I realized was not so shitty after all--the assignment I scrambled to finish this morning isn't due until Wednesday, and now I have it done in advance. We didn't have to sing in octets in concert choir, I bonded with kids in my writing class and my professor liked my story. Basically, most everything went my way today, and I was too wrapped up in my own mind to notice.
In short, I experienced for the second time this year the healing power of a good snowfall, and that is why today is beautiful.