Springing

Sometimes I do crazy things.
Sometimes I play frisbee for a week and then play in a tournament and then, without stopping, drive from Austin, TX to Minnesota just in time to make it to class.
Sometimes I drop Neurobiology and add Existentialism.
Sometimes, when I'm running, I stop. I then watch the raw sunlight of early spring bounce off the river.
Sometimes my universe unravels, filament by filament, until I am left with an unkempt pile of fluff. And my confusion.
Sometimes I am given money to purchase a round-trip ticket to Beijing.
Sometimes I treat my confusion to a candle-lit dinner. We salsa dance, and eat fancy cheeses.
Often, I am happy.