I've been so afraid, afraid to close my eyes

One of my favorite things about spring is being able to take a walk in the evening and just look at the silhouettes of the trees against the color palette of the sky - because for a fleeting moment, you're at peace with the world, your mind, your emotions - something that I've been lacking lately. It has been a little too hot for comfort this week, though.

We were talking about the nature of our dreams at the dining hall the other day. I thought of this one recurring dream of mine, where I'm at the bottom of a pool, looking up at the surface. The sun is shining through the water, and I keep trying to swim to the top, but I never seem to get any closer. For some reason though, there is an absence of fear - which is strange, since the thought of drowning paralyzes me. But I can't hold my breath any longer, and the surface is still as far away as it was when I first started, and when my lungs are about to burst I inhale...and I can breathe. And always, this moment is so liberating. Maybe it's not about drowning, or swimming to the top, but believing that I don't have to.

And now, I shall end this vaguely introspective entry with something completely irrelevant! I call this, "Oovoo at 3:00 in the Morning." Or better yet, "Kathy, Dorothy, and Earnestine in Rare Form."

Earnestine Qiu: i wonder when the hen is hatching the eggs if it ever goes back up by accident
Dorothy Chang: i bet it does. like a giant poo.
Earnestine Qiu: you'll see when you're ripping it up to eat it
Kathy Chao: omg
Dorothy Chang: true. and then we get a free chicken egg.

Yeah, I don't even know. It's better not to ask, I think. :P