There's something about Wednesdays. Something about this day's schedule and the sudden, overwhelming stress of the week and the hope for the weekend to be as magical and wonderful as you'd imagine. There's something about today. In the way I walked and thought of people differently. Of the books I read, the way I approached my classes and of the way the clouds formed themselves to the mountains that makes today different. It's joyful promise of tomorrow with the slight sting of yesterday.