It Was A Beautiful Day

April 22, 2013

It Was A Beautiful Day

Seasonal affective disorder (SAD). According to, SAD lasts from the beginning of Fall until the end of Winter. This disorder usually results in a sapping of energy and intense moodiness…

Well, I think is a bit of a pessimist. Because I was feeling the good kind of SAD today. After I finished up a nice outdoor rehearsal with Erica and my Trinity, I went for a run and I felt myself smiling like an Idiot the whole way.

The air felt lighter, the sun was definitely brighter, the sky was clear, the grass was green, and the world was just a happier place.

It was finally Spring-y out.

Maybe the weather wasn’t the only reason I was smiling. Maybe it had a little something to do with where I was this morning and where I was last night. See, when I woke up this morning…I was definitely not in Southwest Michigan. I was in Traverse City. At 7:00 am, my groggy self was guided into a dark blue Volvo and driven 3 hours to our humble little village of Richland, just in time for my 4th block AP Chemistry class.

Why did I wake up on the wrong side of the state?


I was up in Traverse City so I could accompany my favorite red-haired girl to her Junior…MORP. She attends this private arts academy called Interlochen and, because they’re so artsy up there, they can’t call their dance: Prom. Certainly not. So they call it: MORP. “Prom” spelt backwards.

Well, MORP was a blast. A night out dancing and bowling with Ms. Carly Rae was an excellent Sunday in my book.

The night started out with some quick picture taking on a breezy balcony over a frozen lake in the Great White North. Then we took a bus to the Grand Traverse Resort where we ate a quick dinner before a night full of dancing commenced. Around midnight, we hitched another bus out to a local bowling alley filled with bumper cars, laser tag, a laser maze, and (obviously) bowling.

It was all pretty fun, to say the least. Around 1:00 am, we finally took another bus back to Interlochen Arts Academy.

And here I am, less than 24 hours later, home again with nothing but a head of buzzing memories, desperately trying to relive the awesome MORP that I was lucky enough to experience with Carly.

I think Mother Nature just knew I’d had a great night and decided to make the next day just as perfect.

Because It Was A Beautiful Day today.

And I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did.

-Brian Wiegand (An Idiot, A Superman in training)