Thunderstorms in Moscow...are romantic

I'm not a Pollyanna, I promise. To be clear: I am realistic idealist.

When the thunderstorms rolled in tonight in Moscow, it was like watching a painting in real life. The sky was a beautiful grey blue while it poured down rain over the large, beautiful Moscow architecture. And the lightning was pink. A few of us sat in our window seats in our dorm while it passed over....so peaceful.

Physically, I'm feelin it. My body is tired and my mind is full...but my spirit is so strong. How can it not be? There is fuel all around me all I have to do is walk outside, or look out my window, or go to my new (temporary) school and I'm full of life and desire again. The day after Russian movement, it is only natural to take a Russian ballet class. Yes. I get to study under a Russian trained Ballet Master. His name is Bernard. And I have fallen in love yet again with another teacher. the classroom is made of windows, with a piano and of course a barre wrapped around the room. I wore my new pink ballet tights with pride, while my body cried silently from the soreness of yesterday's class, no way did I let it show. But I can not move without feeling almost every muscle I have. Such a great feeling, but I could sleep for days. No time for sleeping! Must keep working....
Before ballet, we had singing lessons with Marinia: The most antimated woman in Moscow. Her laugh and smile and gragarious expressions captivated me. My song she assigned me: "What I Did For Love" no big deal, only my fav song in musical theatre. !!!!!! I'm going to work so hard so by the end of my time here, I will sing the pants off of it. Wether it's good or not, I don't care. I just want to sing with guts.

Today, in acting class, I was a refrigerator light, tomorrow I am going to be a dirty ashtray. Can't wait!