I'm happy because

I love the way the autumn leaves are falling all around me, bright spots of red and gold and brown, making me feel like a bride showered with nature's confetti. I'm happy because I like coming to lectures and writing notes to my coursemates poking gentle fun at the little goatie guy. I like bumping into people unexpectedly on the Red Route, and I like making a game out of boring lectures by trying to write down verbatim what the lecturer says and adding in my own little sarcastic comments in the margin; I love the little squirrels clambering up trees in comic haste and the crisp cool air, and most of all I enjoy just being alive and being myself at this time of the year.

And I enjoy the power words give me, to move people, or to sting; to work for me, to make things beautiful where before they were plain; or to express little quirks people never see and yet identify with strongly as they read.

I like waking up to the sun shining brightly into my room and to music on my laptop; showering in the early morning and running to lectures with my hair all wet and smelling clean and fresh; trying to detangle the resultant frizz in the toilets in the middle of the day, going to lunch and chatting with my hallmates, sitting in the library half-studying and half people (ok guy) watching. And I like shovelling nasty hall food into myself: potatoes baked and boiled and fried; playing pool with Jolie Fille Florence and laughing at all the wonky shots, and sitting on my bed with the bedside lamp on and watching the little red bubbles of the lava lamp and hearing Chris say it's "quality".

Walking back from the Bragg Cluster with the full moon half-hidden behind clouds looking like something out of an Escher sketch

And knowing that everything fits together perfectly in the bigger and greater plan.