Saturday, February 16, 2008
I sit in class trying to focus on the teacher's lecture, trying to not doodle my notes into an incomprehensible mess. But distraction comes in the form of a window. Behind the teacher's head the countryside looks like a Charles Wysoki painting, powdered with snow. A black bird swoops and soars by; and in the context of the class's theological discussion I think of spiritual warfare and the supernatural. My mind is easily led astray once again by the branches of reaching trees--small, hopeful buds have appeared on their tips. Is is possible that Spring is on its way to this frozen land?