It's been a while since I've taken a bit for myself to focus on pure writing. I did so quite often during winter break, and the kind of quality emotion that was once evinced through these entries has faded. I find irony in the fact that refreshing rainy days are usually defeated by the stuffy heaters that buildings turn on while under such wet conditions. Why not take nature for what it gives? Thoreau would not have had such a maddening, heat producing machine in his company, most of those in the 19th century lived without such hot electric atrocities. Whatever happened to pot belly stoves and fireplaces? Has technology really become a force more powerful than that of nature? It's nearly depressing. Yet solace is to be found in the ability to escape such extreme acts of technology. If I don't want to be baked to a crisp by the heater so thoughfully installed above my head, I can always take a walk outside. Speaking of the outdoors, I've noticed the beginnings of numerous flower buds throughout my neighborhood. I am ecstatic to see the first signs of spring appearing. A new season, a new year, and that much closer to summer. Also within the theme of the outdoors, the long awaited Pismo Beach camping trip is to arrive this weekend. Perhaps it is not so much an extreme excitement to return to Pismo, but the memories I have of being there last year. I believe it was the same weekend as the coming one, and it was relaxing in every sense of the word; not to mention the beach, weather, butterflies, and quaint shopping only minutes from the campground. I suppose we are not technically roughing it, but it is an escape nonetheless-one in which I am looking quite forward to.

Little darling It's been a long cold lonely winter Little darling It feels like years since it's been here Here comes the sun Here comes the sun And I say It's alright