Water, wine and coffee.

January has been a month of tastes and sounds, of late nights and early mornings. Of excursions, of dancing and of drunken exchanges with strangers.

It is Monday morning. The Graduate soundtrack is playing on the record player and for the first time in nearly a month, I sit in front of my computer just writing, alone with thoughts. And somehow it almost scares me as it has been many years since I have unknowingly (and perhaps even unwillingly this time) escaped from self-awareness for weeks on end. As usual, my brain recollects memories in bits and pieces of visual and auditory flashes, here I see some skinny shaggy haired boy and a wild curly haired girl throwing hands in the air at the sound of Clap your hands and say yeah, I see my roomate’s beautiful Raspunsel blonde hair flowing with oldies music, I see a geeky character awkwardly clutching his bag at the Green Room promising vehemently a rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, I see Fred the snowman, abandoned this sunny Saturday at the Botanical gardens, and I see myself dancing with cc in a dimly lit reading room.

Among the chaotic mumbo-jumbo of lab reports, readings, and academic papers, I surprisingly found a clearer picture of many projects I can look forward to conquer after graduation. Life, currently, feels amazing.