The corn stalks turned yellow this week, which is exciting. That means fall is almost here, and soon the fields will be bare and clean. Screw New England autumns. I think one of the most beautiful things in the world is miles and miles of gray empty corn fields.
Today is a gray day, but it hasn't started raining yet. I like early mornings when the clouds are hanging down almost to your head and the streets are empty because only music majors have class at eight in the morning. It feels like the whole world is my own private couch cushion fort.
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Well, crap. Now it's raining. Rain is not cool when you have to walk to class through it.