Glorious weather today! It started gray, as usual, but by the time I was in IA the sun was shining. I literally couldn’t believe it.

This evening I took a walk in the hillside fields behind the school. I only walked half way up–I felt a little conspicuous in my red jacket. Ego again, I guess. I kept looking back at my little part of LW, snapping shots every now and again.

I stood for a moment, just absorbing. “Will this be one of those moments I remember years from now?” I tried to notice everything: The bubbling of the water running down the hill was faint, overpowered by the bellowing of cows (call and answer with one another) and the barking dogs Babia Góra rose in the misty distance, her top obscured by clouds. The steeple of the parish church rose between the crowded graveyard in the foreground and Babia lumbering in the distance. An occasional bleating goat mixed with children’s faint laughter and the ping, bright and clear, of a hammer from an indeterminate direction. My apartment building looked so much smaller. I could see Lipnica winding to my left and right. And as might be expected, I forgot about my anguish of the other night; I forgot that I hate this place (or so I told myself a couple of nights ago), and I thought, “This is a good place to be.”