This school year, I’ve taken fewer calendar breaks. It’s the holidays that have kept me going until spring break, which is this week. This break is supposed to hold me together until classes end. A point in the future which is near, but not near enough.

Break so far has been filled with more food than I expected—pho noodles for example. And as planned, several spectacular and sleepy dates with pre-calculus. The most exciting of the dates being today.

When I arrived earlier today on campus, it wasn’t a ghost town. I was taken aback. In fact, the motorcycle gang was at it again–NOVA motorcycle classes, of course. I briefly stopped by when something else caught my attention:

I’ve been waiting for these buds to bloom for ages, and the rain knows how to highlight flower petals. Take this for example:

Of course, I’ve yet learned to dance in the rain, and if I’m ever out in a hard pour, it results in a story worth forgetting. Like strangers kindly asking to offer a ride, ill-chosen shoes soaking wet, squished and wormy earthworms, extra frizzy Claudia hair, and that one time last year: walking the highway home without an umbrella. Consequently, I prefer rain’s aftermath or light rain. Time periods in which I can look out for the small wonders of earth.

The raindrops on spiderwebs, glittering and magical.

The raindrops on petals, gorgeous and silent.

The possibility that something good is up ahead and the worst is behind.

And math might have been the something good today. I am undecided since I’ve never given math this much attention.