A bright, sunny morning greeted the academy grounds.
The air was crisp but not biting, the lingering chill of winter softened by the slow but steady creep of spring.
After yesterday's whirlwind of stress, most people would probably choose to sleep in, drink tea, and let the day take its time.
But not me.
No — the best way to clear your head was to fill it with movement.
Get your blood pumping, focus on something physical, and let the lingering worries burn away with each step.
So, as usual, I started with my daily morning jog.
The wind swept past my cheeks, cool enough to keep me from overheating but warm enough to promise greener days ahead.
Patches of snow still clung stubbornly to shaded corners, but fresh grass was beginning to break through, and the once-bare trees had faint buds blushing on their branches.
The academy's stone paths gleamed under the sunlight, as if freshly polished.
