Today it is sunny and cool, Victoria at its finest. It is the creative hour, and the evergreen trees proclaim New Things and New Beginnings.It smells like schooltime, with the smell of leaves indicating that some art project has been assigned.

It's funny--there are so many interesting things to do in a day, and so many interesting books to read, that there isn't time for it all. They can be seen as wasting one's life--these things--but they can also be seen as perfect bliss, or even as indicative that I am on the right path, that I am being what I was meant to be.