I am not dead

While waiting for the lift down for breakfast this morning, I was nearly blown over by a gust of wind. I found this funny because of a Physics question I had done the night before, about whether wind could blow a person over. Tickled, I stared into the skyscape of grey clouds hanging over the sea, and saw that beneath them, paradoxically, the air was clearer than it had been all week.

Yesterday I spent the whole day cooped up in my room, trying to prepare myself for the shock of competing on a bell curve with an entire cohort of people who have nothing better to do than spend a whole week preparing for one exam. If I had a choice, I'd be playing Skyrim on a shiny new box instead. Or actually doing proper math. Not the three-in-one let's-talk-about-math module that I have to take. I mean actual, proofy math. Math offers a calming serenity, the allure of absolute truth, that few other things can match. I may not be very good at it, but that does not make it any less compelling to me.

During the term, I was too busy getting unimportant things out of the way to get any proper stargazing done. And now that the trivialities are mostly out of the way (except for the exams), the weather is horrible and the stars are hidden. I have seen no stars above Cinnamon.

So I thought as I gazed into the clouds over the sea. Then the lift came and I went down for breakfast.