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September 13, 2010
I ain't in no hurry. Everyone is scurrying around. I just sit here and enjoy the feel of ground beneath me. Why worry about the world when I can stare at the clouds?

You tell me to relax. I'm already distracted by the wind through the trees.

Preach to the choir.

Fog rolled down the valley as we woke up today.
Walking to class almost required a horn to warn others.
People swerved and ducked in the low visibility.
All of us wishing we were back in bed.
By noon the sun burned the fog off.
The feeling was gone.