I always rediscover my love for my college. Perhaps just become aware of it, or maybe it's more like recreating it. It flows from the springs of awareness, and it tingles, the constant realization of it, having those glasses on through which everything is just about great. The nice weather that calls you outside, and the young green leaves and grasses that rejoice in life help tickle this happiness.

I went to see the final music composition concert of a good friend who is graduating this year. The experimentation, investigation, decisions in such one piece were all fascinating. The presence of good people, good friends is always heartening. In the explication and description of his work, he wrote:

"...a peaceful setting without sharp edges, one that flows out of itself."

I thought that I would like to become closer to that phrase.


Mothagesso.