I played Frisbee today.
   The sun was shining and the sky was clear, it was windy but just the right temperature.
   I went to my dorm and changed clothes and we played for 50 minutes.
   It was so wonderful to get outside and play a game that requires physical activity, indescribably wonderful, although I shall now attempt to do so - describe it, that is....

You know that day that's simply gorgeous and enjoyable outside; that day that everybody takes off their winter coats and wears shorts and flip flops, and they all take their books and laptops outdoors to enjoy the days glory?
   And you're sitting out there with them, until you get this burst of excitement and you say to yourself, "I want to run around and do kart wheels and leaps even though I don't know how!"
   Today was like that.
   Or when it's extremely hot and the sweat has soaked through your shirt and you are just thinking, "If only I had a pool..."  And then you see it: The biggest round pool you've ever seen.
   100 people are already in it but it only feels like two because the pool is so big.
   You dive in and let the water roll like a wave over your head and body.
   Nearly scraping the bottom because you dove so deep with excitement,  you push off the floor of the pool with your hands and rise to the surface of the water.
  That is how playing Frisbee was today, especially the spondaic bursts of front walk-over's and round-off's.  It was the breath of air that is
de rigueur for life after a deep dive in a great big pool.