Today is a day for thunderstorms. It's a day for dark chocolate and fresh strawberries, Mr. Tambourine Man, and slow reading. Praising God with every breath.

In less than a week, I'll hop on a plane that will take me back to the good ol' state of Texas. Back to my mother's comforting smile, eager ears, and home cooked meals. Back to my father's open arms and comfortable lap, where there's a spot reserved just for me.

But today, my mind is elsewhere. I am quiet and still, present in this moment: a moment of peace in Oxford that I will remember my whole life long. Here in the August rain, with my books and my music, my sweater and my sleepiness. Today is sweet subtleties and silent symphonies, and it is all mine.