Snow on your shoes

Woke up this morning from toasty bed, only to be confronted with an onslaught of snow on my face. Pleasantly went to take quizzes in two classes, happily home. Well isn’t this nice. Not quizzes but tests that they call quizzes. Real quizzes don’t take up the whole class time. Do they? DO THEY? Or is it a new school standard?

Thank you very much. Sun is shining but still dealing with bitter cold freezing my ears. When it falls off I may not ask for reconstructive surgery until I graduate. Lest it falls off again. Orange lilies do not smell, but petals fall in abundance. Smells sweet, might go well with tea. Will tea turn orange? Matches my mini m&m bottle.

Time to face another day. Hurray.

The Mystical Way of Chuang Tzu

“People say to each other, ‘I am I.’ How do they know that their ‘I’ is the real ‘I’? Suppose you say you dream you are a bird and fly way up in the sky or you dream you are a fish and dive deep into the ocean. We cannot know whether the man now speaking is awake or is dreaming.”