Yesterday was an extremely cold day. Cold, with a few drops here and there, but overall, just moist and cold. Quite perfect, really. Today started out cold, and I hope it stays that way.
I have been thinking. I am the kind of person whose mood is greatly influenced by the weather. The perfect adjective for this ‘weather mood’ has managed to escape my vocabulary, though. I might spend the next few days, or months, maybe even years (who knows?), just looking for the adjective. I guess I can live with that. Just as long as the weather remains cold.
Cold. Coldplay. I am listening to Coldplay’s X & Y album right now. I love the cold and Coldplay. Maybe, well, if the Philippines won’t need my help anymore, I’ll move. I’ll move someplace cold. I mean, snowless cold. More like Baguio City cold. I guess that puts the poles out of the picture. Maybe somewhere in Europe (somewhere near Coldplay?). Or Japan. Or Korea. Or maybe I’ll stay in the Philippines. Baguio would be more than good enough.
What’s with the cold weather, you might ask? Other than the fact that the cold weather is good for my health (in a certain way), it just makes me feel so good. Solitude is best felt in this kind of weather. The balance between joy and sorrow is something I did not expect to find in the deepest of solitudes. The cold makes me think a lot, thus, a lot of realizations awaken in me. Realizations I would not have conjured if my life revealed itself with the sweltering hot weather. I guess the weather makes every bit of difference in me. Weird, they say. I say, that’s Andie.
I still have a lot of things to do before going to school. I haven’t studied for my Econ 150 class (whose last quiz I was sure to have failed), but I guess I deserve to bask in this weather. I better end this entry, and put on some socks if I still have plans of walking properly today.