Sitting in the library, the vast mass of books, and students finding a multitude of things to distract them (like me writing this blog over studying for a midterm tomorrow ...anyway) I am fighting the urge to dance to Michael Buble "Kissing A Fool" making do with little sways back and forth in my chair. The semester is half over, and its been a great run so far, on the home stretch now...the end is near...and then there are all the endless possibilities awaiting me after May 5th...so many to hope and pick from. But am i running to fast? The noise of the world, the business of no time, the fast slick pace that is demanded on me, what moments have i stopped to savor? The simple moments, the pride the contentedness with a grade, a letter of reference, a simple walk in the rain with speckled rain boots? Or what about those little people that look up and call me Miss Katie five days a week? The ones who greeted me today with exclamations of joy and hugs and slobbery insistent kisses? Or the other day, watching little eyes light up when seeing a odd mixture of paint ooze out between toes and upon lifting the foot, a perfect implement of their new "art" creation? Those are the precious moments. Those are the moments to be proud of, to hold on to and let linger in the senses, those little moments that to most, and typically to me get covered up in headaches, lack of sleep and assignments that are due. Stop and smell the roses. Splash in the water. Take a risk. switch it up. Stand and watch a couple of crazy people. Savor.