Exams are fast approaching, which means my free time will soon cease to exist.
Or, as we say in calculus: limexams→now (ntasks) = ∞.
But instead of dwelling on the future, I can’t help feeling delighted by the signs of spring around me. I looked out my window a minute ago and noticed that the view has suddenly become that of a tree’s rusty flowers.
I could listen to U2’s Beautiful Day on repeat for hours.
“The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven –
All’s right with the world!”