This is the Day that the Lord Has Made

Sunlight. It files through the slats of the bunkbed. My eyes cannot resist it.
Flash forward. One hour and twenty-two minutes, to be exact. I look at my coat and smile to myself. Sorry old friend, I won't be needing you today!
I burst out the door and inhale the scent of... dirt. But dirt, nonetheless. Squishy, earthy, roughed up dirt. It stares at me from all sides, stripped of its snowy mask. The frail golden grass cuddles the dirt, drying to gain some warmth from the brisk wind across The Quad.
Five thousand stairs. Well, ok. More stairs than I'd like. That's how many I must climb to get my meal. I scan the cafeteria for some good seating, find a good spot by... oh nevermind. I do, however, look for Him. Hah. He's not there.
However, all the football players are. They plow about, swearing carrying their... aura... with them. I feel slightly sympathetic towards them, for having practice before sunrise.
I sit and read my Bible (sadly, not quintessential of me), and drink my coffee. It appears to fit so many cliches that I hate. But I didn't even care. It was far too beautiful outside to care if I looked bookish and goody-two-shoes.
I finish the Psalm, and pack up. Time to walk down five thousand stairs. I wave at a friend, pass by a girl I don't know, and avoid eye contact with a boy who creeps possibly more than I do.
I shake my head at the boys who are donning flip flops, and judge the girls wearing tank tops. I'm sorry, it's still February.
However, mid fifties bring out the Spring in the souls of Malone University. I envy my Brazilian friend, who's winter is this warm. I look ahead to our own Summer. Oh, the adventures that await.
Sadly, it will get cold again. It is Ohio, after all. Yet this day had given me hope. Hope for new life, and opportunities. Hope for love and memories. Hope for global warming.