I have finally experienced something...

I am rather contemplative at the moment. I am on the third floor of the music building...where the normally cacophonous mélange (I am laughing at the SAT vocabulary choice here) of trumpet, soprano, marimba, piano, and clarinet has eased itself into a tranquil and soothing pacifier for the mind. "Sure on this Shining Night" weaves itself in and out of a trumpet solo...as buses whiz by (the music building is indoor/outdoor) and birds chirp. The breeze is wonderful; the sun is bright. Maybe fall has finally made its way here...the perfection of this day's weather is not to be questioned. I am so grateful that I was able to find this calming spot, this hour of peace on this my most stressful day of the semester. Ah, the ten warming tolls of the carillon. This moment is so profoundly soothing...I want to question why, why I am not thinking about something else, why am I not practicing, why am I not horny....but I am so happy that all I can do is close my eyes. I do this even as I type...thankfully my fingers are nimble enough so that I don't have to look at the keys. I had a moment like this last week...perhaps ten o'clock is my time, an hour which was once spent listening to endless calculus dribble from the evil Haubert...a time that on most days I am sound asleep. My heart pains for my roommates, they who sleep each day away and never leave the dorm, except to eat or go to class. How can they survive there...a place so devoid of happiness, light, air? Maybe I am just caught up in the moment. I am going to post this before I let myself think it is too cliché sounding, too cheerful to be mine, too strange to be a post...I just can't remember my mind ever having been this clear before. Truly a wonderful moment.