I walk to school nowadays, because not only have I become to appreciate \”good\” weather, I also dislike being stuffed in a bus full of grumpy people.

As I was walking though, I noticed all these random rows of tulips, roses, daffodils, and other flowers planted in front yards. Did they just appear that randomly? I don\’t recall seeing any sort of color a few weeks ago. On campus, it is clear that there overturned dirt near the Fence was obviously a result of gardening. But the surprise of color is something. A sort of yearning to share a rebirth. A pleasant surprise on my less-traveled path.

How often do we find serendipity in our lives? Despite the fact that I tend to schedule my whole day in the morning, I always leave room for the spontaneous change of events. A few weeks ago, someone asked me casually if I wanted to visit Seattle. Even though it never happened, at first, I balked…it seemed too spontaneous, ditching everything I had \”planned\”. But suddenly the thought of going somewhere without knowing what I would do there became appealing.

So when will the moment arrive when I would be willing to get in a car and start driving…with no final destination?