Rainy Afternoon

So it's been a little while since I've last posted. And an even longer while since I've last posted anything substantive. Accept my apologies. I don't really feel like writing an extensive amount about the practical goings on in my life over the past week, so I'll make that part quick: Had my first exam, it was fine. Studied a bunch, it's a pain. More to come.

Also, and I'll keep this brief too (reserving the right for further discussion at a later date), I went to the Shakespeare's Globe Theatre last night to see The Tempest, which was a ton of fun. I didn't know much about the play, so yesterday afternoon I read it, which was really, really helpful. You see, the play was performed by only three actors (while there are many more than three roles), so it would have been very confusing if I wasn't already familiar with the characters and plot. There's much more to say, but now is not the time.

Okay, so the unimportant practical stuff is out of the way. I've lately been having some grandiose thoughts about life - both in general and mine in particular. To state the obvious, it's all very overwhelming. Caution needs to be thrown to the wind, I think. The risks of doing otherwise are baneful. Hmm...Other than that, I think I need to think about things some more.

And so it's a rainy afternoon in London, and as I look out my eighth-floor window at the mass of buildings and trees that are the city, I take comfort in the rain. There is a cool breeze blowing in through the window, which is open just a crack, and it feels good on my bare arms and legs. Right now, this is where I am meant to be. The city is quiet, and so am I.