There is no doubt about it.
Today was... and still is... a ski to school day.
This semester I have made it a Thursday tradition to commute to school by running. Today is Thursday, however, when I looked out my window this morning, the thought of running wasn't an appealing one. Skiing... that sounds much better.
I maybe look a little too excited here for being on my way to school
I was a little early to my first class, and when I walked into the room I noticed that every student appeared to be sullen and unhappy. I had never felt so out-of-place for wearing a smile. I did my best to bring sunshine into the classroom today, but that can be a daunting task when there is a thick cloud-cover.
By the time I left school to head back home, my tracks from a few hours earlier were almost completely covered. Once back at home, I warmed my body up with a hearty bowl of leftover bean 'n' ham soup with cornbread— the perfect comfort food for a stormy day.
I think I am going to ski to school again in a few hours for my night class. I could drive, but at this point it is probably safer to ski. (People drive crazy in the snow.) Plus, night skis are so enjoyable. Nothing compares to the tranquility and serenity of gliding through fresh powder in the light of the moon.
Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, but the realization of how much you already have.