When the leaves started turning, campus looked so gorgeous. But soon after, I had this awful, awful dream in which I was sleeping and woke up to find the leaves all gone to the ground and the trees bare. You have no idea how relieved I was when I actually did wake up from this nightmare and peered at the very much still ablaze tree outside my window.


Yesterday was Max's birthday, so Vikki, Sarah, Lindy, Vivian and I took him out to Dim Sum in the morning. 19 years a very long time to live without ever having had Dim Sum or egg custards, so I'm glad we got to change that ^^. The weather was so clear and beautiful, and we walked a bit through Boston Commons and the Public Gardens and through several streets lined with stately old buildings. I noticed that now the trees really are getting leafless. And somehow they still look beautiful. They've shed their festive garb and exposed their underneaths, but instead of being dejected by the lack of color, I can see now that their branches form wild, intricate, unpredictable patterns, like black lace. I can now sit and revel in the old gnarled tree outside my window. Because days like yesterday can make anything seem beautiful. Because life is beautiful.