you strike to incinerate

Today was a strange day. I had absolutely no classes whatsoever and, therefore, I had absolutely no idea what to do with so much free time. It made me wonder why I was so at a loss when I did not have a set place to be or go and that made me wonder if I was truly so lost when my life gets unstructured. I mean, I do like to follow a set schedule and an order and such, but I'd hate to think I defined myself by what I have to do and when.

Then, I figured I was thinking too much about it and just tried to sit back and enjoy myself. I spent a lot of time outside in the garden. It's beautiful out there and I love the flowers. It's also a peaceful place to study. You know, if the library is too overcrowded or something. But most of you probably already knew that.

So, yes, the day was strange. And then, of course, I got mistaken for a third year again. I know most women kill to look younger than they are, but honestly it's getting to be annoying now. All I want for Christmas is an actual figure.

Mystery the moon, a hole in the sky
A supernatural nightlight so full but often right
A pair of eyes a closing one, a chosen child in golden sun
A marble dog that chases cars to farthest reaches of the beach

( and far beyond into the swimming sea of stars )