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Quiet peaceful mornings are probably the most wonderful times in the world. I like to imagine that the time was made just for me. It's the only time I really feel at peace. The past few months have been truly hectic. I've been writing essays non-stop, and dance practice has been killing me. Today is the last day of classes... so I can breath a little bit easier after today is done. Of course there are still finals, but I can handle that.

Now that winter is approaching, there's a cold chill in the air. It feels light and crisp, although I'm sure not everyone can appreciate the colder weather. I find myself missing summer though. They were just quiet moments in the blink of an eye, but I find myself longing for those times. I miss biking down the countryside and then falling asleep in the shade of a tree besides a tiny brook. It's only lately that I've come to realize that wonderful moments can be experienced alone.

I've come to my journal with a few goals in mind. I've decided to open it back up to public. I don't know why, but I feel it's necessary.