Violins, Skulls and Lauryn Hill.

I was walking quickly from my room across campus to my night class because, of course, I'm late. The air was so cold it bit my cheeks as I scurried along in my peacoat and boots.
I'm about half way there when I hear the most beautiful sound slicing the brisk night air and made me stop in my tracks. I search all around me, and peer through the dark over by a tree in the middle of a big lawn on campus. Plopped down so comfortably was, I believe, a student playing the violin. I know it was a hymn, and I stood there for a few minutes trying to place it, but couldn't quite get it. But it was tremendously beautiful. If you know me even a little bit, you are most likely aware for my serious infatuation with the violin, and my strong desire to learn in later in my life, but for sure before I leave this world.

There was just something about the piercing but melodic jolt of music that literally made me stop and listen. I was pretty much mesmerized. It made me oddly evaluate things in my life and ask myself questions. Questions like, who is that guy? I would like to befriend him, what a champ. And, what in my life is equivalent to this? What makes me want to "plop down and play" in my life? But most importantly, God, why are you showing me this? What do you have to teach me through this beautiful display of talent and simplicity? Still no solid answers formulated yet, I'll keep you posted.

All the while, time goes on...go figure. And I am now 10 minutes late to class. Shoot. So, I get to photo class and we learn all the in's and out's of the darkroom and such. I loved it, I've forgotten how much I really enjoy working in the darkroom. There's just something about looking down into the toxic bath of chemicals and seeing a beautiful image appear before your eyes, that you made. It's borderline magical.

So, after class, around 10pm, I headed to the painting studio to do a homework still life for one of my classes. I get there and there are a few other students doing the same thing. They both have iPod's plugged in and are sketching away. I get there, and decide not to listen to music and just try to focus on what I was drawing. When the other girls left, I was getting sleepy and put on and pressed play on whatever CD was in the stereo, and began drawing again. Then Lauryn Hill comes pumping through the speakers, and I just giggle to myself. I love Lauryn, she's wonderful, what a cute suprise. And so there I am, by myself at almost midnight, in a deserted studio on the edge of campus, drawing a crazy looking skull and belting Lauryn Hill. Perfect.

And that is why I love my life, friends. The littlest things that just make you want to stop, and soak in everything about the moment you are experiencing. Mmm, mmm.

I'm gonna make some tea now and knit.