This spring has been a little chilly, but there are these rare and shining days that are impressed into my memory forever. These blissful, 73 degree afternoons when the sunlight glimmers against the ripples of the pond and the warmth of the campus atmosphere is actually tangible. Students can be found reading by the waterfront, singing with guitars by the cafe, and playing football on the quad. The campus is simply captivating. Nowhere else have I noticed the vivid pink of young tree blossoms, the soft sunlight flashing through the windblown treetops, and the coolness of shaded grass between my toes.
I can walk along the sidewalk with my flip-flops and friends, forgetting the stress and demands of class (if only for an hour). I cherish these times, and the loveliness of it makes the winter worth the contrast.
Sometimes I neglect to be grateful for such afternoons, while it is the Heavenly Father who creates them and allows us to enjoy them. I cannot help but praise Him with blessings like these.