Before things get too hectic with assignments and presentations, I thought I'd mention life at the amazing university I'm currently studying at as well as it's lovely campus.Walking back after lectures, I pass the Ian Potter Museum of Art and plan strategically how the rest of my day should go. The icy cold wind hits me and I pull my jacket around me tighter, wondering if it would still be dreadfully cold the next day. And if so, then how I'd wake myself up the next morning from the heavy slumber winter tends to trap us in. I plan my day's shopping at Aldis and Queen Vic market, hoping the whistling geek next door would have the foresight and caring, to pop up magically out of nowhere and help me with the bags. Better still, I wish we could both go shopping together. Him, with his usual skepticism and I, stuck in my daydreams. After we arrive back home, I'd prepare a meal for the two of us followed by a trip to the park nearby and gaze silently into the rippling water of the fountains. Oh, how I despise building castles in the air, only to have them completely demolished by time and our respective careers. Something tells me that I'll never meet so kindred a spirit as you, ever again and to grab hold of these precious moments and fantasies while they last. I hope that day at the wishing well beside the Cathedral did the trick. Dearly hope it did.
