Today has been a nice day. I've spent the last hour cleaning my room. It's a strangely meditative experience. I kept finding old pieces of writing hidden in strange places, and notes from Tanner's. you always end up feeling renewed after it. There was a moment after I finished when I sat on my bed and thought for a moment. The sun had painted the walls golden, and my thoughts felt new and mature. When the new semester came around I kept thinking to myself "all the colours will change now," and I kept my disappointment to myself when they did not. New perspectives and colours come when you least expect it, they come after spending a day reorganizing your life and looking back at it. Death Cab lyrics...

"I think that it's brainless
To assume that making changes
To your window's view
Will give a new perspective"