when every morning feels like christmas...

Today, I woke up for school...and I definitely did not want to get out of my cozy bed. I suppose cozy would be a gross overstatement...have I mentioned that when I lay on this bed, I can feel the springs on my back. Yes, each individual circle of the spring. If I lay there long enough, I'm convinced I will have circle imprints on my back. Not only there, but I can feel the springs on my beeehind and my legs. The sheets are basically like cardboard. My flat mate actually cut her elbow on the sheets...and by "cut" I guess I mean it was more of a rugburn. Nevertheless, she bled. true story. (Don't worry, I have invested in new sheets. But 4 pound sheets aren't exactly the highest upgrade.) So my bed is really the opposite of cozy. But in the wee hours of the morning, it's still difficult to get out of.

So I got myself ready for school and once again, took the opportunity to leave before everyone else and have some alone time on my walk to school, and it was possibly the best decision I have made all day. This morning was perfect. It felt like Christmas morning. But I suppose every morning feels like that because Christmas morning in Southern California is usually around 75 degrees and sunny. Here, it is around 60 degrees in the morning, sometimes sunny. On this morning, I could see my breath. But it was perfect. My walk to school goes through part of the city, but not quite the city centre. I take a long route, only for the scenery. I walk through Christ Church College and the meadow right next to it. There are cows. Yes, cows. The famous Thames River also goes right past my walk to school. On this particular morning, the glorious morning sun was barely peeking through the white and grey clouds. The air was crisp. The meadow was the most perfect green with hints of dew slowly dripping down the blades of grass. I see a variety of people on my walk through the meadow. Today, I saw a photographer, a student, a family. I wonder what is going through their heads...if they are locals? Or just visiting? If they are taking in, breathing in, soaking in the beauty if this morning, a morning that reminds me just how incredible God is. I wonder how anyone could experience this, see this, and not think there is a God. I look at the old, antique Christ Church building. It really is a work of art. The beautifully carved window frames and wooden door. Every time I walk past it, someone is taking a picture (but maybe that's because it was in Harry Potter...did I mention I'm going to school at Hogwarts?). But just to the right is the meadow, the trees, the clouds, and the sun. As beautiful as that building is, I could not take my eyes off the natural sight to my right.

I am so lucky to be living in this place full of beautiful history, beautiful people, but most of all...beautiful mornings that feel almost like Christmas (if only my family, a cup of coffee, and the scent of pumpkin pie were here...)