On Tuesday I missed a great writing opportunity. I was feeling discouraged (more on that another time) and I wasn’t sure why. Overall I was just dissatisfied, with school, work, life. I walked around during the hour and a half that I have between classes, not really sure what to do with myself. I ended up going outside past the designated smoking spot and down a path towards a patio. This patio area had rocking chairs, picnic tables, and arches with ivy. It was like I discovered the secret garden. There was even a volleyball court back there. It was empty, but it exists, which is something. The tables and rockers were under some trees; I can’t say which ones, but they were overlooking the mountains that surround the school. The sun was out. It wasn’t too hot or cool, just right with a slight breeze blowing through. I sat at one of the tables looking at the vista and tried to convince myself that things weren’t that bad. I longed for my chromebook that I had accidentally left at home. I wrote nothing. I ended up doing some statistics homework some time later, but I did not write anything. Why? Because I didn’t have a computer? Ridiculous. I prefer writing with pen on paper, but the thought never occurred to me. What a missed opportunity that was.