November Fourth

It's forty-five degrees today. Monday afternoon. I wasn't late for class, and I'm wearing the scarf my best friend made me last Christmas. It's my half birthday.

I can't make you understand how much better things are now unless I tell you about the hills, which have turned orange and yellow and red in the last two weeks, as far as you can drive. The setting sunlight hits them, gilding them brilliantly against the heavy clouds on the horizon, and I can almost hear the world singing.

Everything is rejoicing. I've joined it.