Is it cus I studied too much?

My eyes seem to be all over the place today: what a day filled with stories!
A girl walked by with her blond hair flowing in the air right out of her black hoodie - so graceful and cold that I mistook her Aphrodite.
A student limped across the traffic intersection became somebody else altogether for I saw Terry Fox in the way he made his way across without hesitation and fear. It could be just me but I saw a hero in him.
The MAaRs building became a bird that was ready for take-off.

What a difference today was. Indeed, "the mind [really] is it's own place. And in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven." (J. Milton). I become so much more appreciative of days that start out with sunshine and end with colours and oh.. how I doom those days that start out gloomy and end miserably. I am completely out of control when it comes to this.

But regardless, I guess, such is the life of me. It's woe or wow, i've gotta accept it. don't i?