Today there is a hint of spring in the air. In the way the wind is blowing. In the way the sun is shining, in the way I look at the snow covered garden that has so much potential.
I'm writing a paper on Aboriginal policy today.
I can smell the freedom of spring from the dark alleyways of reality.
Can you believe I am graduating in a month and a half?
I like this fellow: Pat LePoidevin. "Can you see it? Can you see the music?" (Hamish, 2008).