Any minute now my shoulders will go loose, my stomach will relax, and everything will be ok. Breath slow, in through the nose, out through the mouth. I should go inside and get my sword, but really it's too cold to be outside, let alone trying to do forms. Numb fingers are worthless for guiding chi and gloves separate that feeling of extended-self that I need to really work through the forms at all. That paradoxical burn of cold across my cheeks warns me that if I don't head inside soon frozen ears are going to give me a headache to build on top of everything else. Of course, the stars are just starting to sneak out from behind the clouds. Some things are worth suffering for a little. Sometimes that look at something more vast and more isolated than yourself is just the way to get past the trivialities of grades and school and just let the semester be over. Sometimes its just too late to change anything else. Then again, sometimes not knowing when to quit is the only way to get anything done.