There is life outside MH

The sun will shine another day
We might even make some hay
How bout a hike, what do you say
The sun is brilliant out there today

The birds do sing a pretty song
Don't have to wait to hear it long
and loud and proud and over the crowd

Yes, the sun does shine on the outside
The rattlers, African killer bees, rabies infested mountain lions, cacti, prickly things, sand, rocks don't try to hide
They display proud on the mountain side
Warmed by the sun that's shining outside

What? Are those birds I hear?
No, it's the morning call to pickle ball
They come from far and near
"Court Open" is the drawing call for those desiring to play pickle ball

Oh the signs you find are all different
Watch out for blowing dust areas
These midwest people better get with it
Cattle guards can be scary ones
but by the sixth time by gall they've got it

The sun did shine another day
Even back to the grind, I really don't mind
I sit here and say, "What the hey."
If only this feeling could last, but oh with a blast
I'm again surrounded by Type As

Please tell me the sun will shine another day...

Ah, the mix of emotions that come with such a drama as this. The very complex style of rhythm and rime (rhyme?) displayed by the author is intended to take the reader along one the emotional roller coaster experienced in the past week. If one interprets, as with Shakespearean poems, then one is able to see how there was great dispair that the sun would not come out. But come out it did and it appeared in a desert like state that lifted the writer's spirits with new and exciting adventures. Then one is assured of the reappearance of the sun day after day, until fatally the day comes when the pressures of life (a.k.a. the pursuance of a doctoral degree) again creep in. This is seen in the bleak request for reassurance that the sun will shine once again. What was an uplifting care free spirit is once again roped into the confines of life inside a building with chairs, glass windows covered with thick blinds, and the only chance for survival is the short recesses allotted for a quick game of 9-square if the weather is descent.
The reader is left identifying with the author and wanting to reach out with words of comfort to reassure that spring is coming, in fact it is only days away. The snow of life is melting and there is a small glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel. No one said it would be easy, in fact a famous quote from the first day goes like this: "These will be the toughest three years of your life." - KM (Thank you director, who I adore and realize this was said as a warning for those days when the sun is not rising, we are asking why did we want to do this, what were we thinking, well...we were warned.)
All that to say, the carefree spirit that was here this morning was soon squelched with the hustle and bustle of the day...the 10 hours of class will do that to ya...
Apologies Mama Bear, I promised a spirit lifter, can't deliver. Just refer back to the sun shine part, it is true. The truth is always right there: if we are able to see it is a whole other ball game...and a whole other blog:) Until then dear readers...
-Dori
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