moment

I love Sunday mornings. Sunday is the only day of the week when I do not have a definite time at which I have to get up and go do something. I hate being busy, which is why I don't have a job and why this year I don't belong to any clubs or things at school. But every morning there is something to do - except for Sundays.

Sunday mornings are the loveliest. I have a cup of hot cocoa or tea and read lots of articles from different and interesting places and watch the sweet bright sunbeams slanting onto the floor. I don't think any thoughts or worries about college or after-college or moans about schoolwork or miscellaneous jabberings about how I am always cold or should devote more time to Waverly or whether I really want to be a writer or not.

This is a moment. I realized the other night that there are about two and a half months left of school. We are all going places and things will never be the same as they are in high school. They will be better - but not the same.

I want to hold onto the past and embrace the future. It is possible, but both are hard to find sometimes... No one knows anything for sure except the moment.

Life is beautiful. Celebrate.