A Psalm to Fall

A beautiful fall day. I woke up and did laps in the pool. The sun was just barely coming over the mountains and it warmed my skin lightly, a contrast to the cool water of morning. The air is clear and crisp. The mountains, though mostly still green, have that beautiful popcorn effect of deep reds and soft yellows. People are wearing shorts and sandals. My roommates are going on a date. My friends are going on a nature walk in the canyon - I am sure it is magnificent.

And I am spending the whole day in HBLL with my french books and my chemical reactions. There is no greater tragedy than this.