I like to bitch and moan and complain about 7:30 AM finals, but when it comes down to it, I really shouldn't be saying jack. I got up this morning at the break of dawn, was out the door at about 7, and you know what I realized?
Today is a completely gorgeous day. It's practically perfect in every way.
The sun is shining, there's a gentle breeze, it's warm but not hot, the grass is green, the birds are chirping, and there's a smacking flavor of a summer soon to come. Seriously, I wouldn't have it any other way.
So there's the thing about 7:30 finals... I get up, I get my exams taken care of, I take time after for coffee and a cinnamon roll on the steps of the capitol, bathed in sunshine, and I know that I have the whole day ahead of me, and the thing is--it actually feels that way. Just knowing that I've been conscious enough to savor every minute of a day this lovely makes me feel great. Refreshed. Renewed. Hopeful.
Damn, if every day was like this, you'd see me up at the crack of dawn 365 days a year.