‘When March comes in like a lion, it goes out like a lamb’
The spring days that greeted us this weekend was the perfect push out of the winter doldrums we’ve all been caught in. Reminiscent of my favorite season- summer, it was as if everything finally returned to normal. Eager to wake up, I opened the blinds, and the sunlight poured in- I could practically smell the ocean waves crashing. I peer out the window and see the campus is scattered with people tapping their hackey sacks and tossing their Frisbees. Taken aback, I am anxious to start my day.
Weekend brunches full of comfort food and stimulating conversations, trips to the renowned streets of Boston known for their fashion and expensive taste that I seem to appreciate more than most, and the excuse-making to not be trapped indoors but instead gallivanting the city in this beautiful light, are all part of a routine I am native to. This routine is really only a routine for two months, as summers in Boston are short. And so, for the remaining ten months, I am lost. How this is so, is inexplicable. While it is true that human nature demands routine, I wonder why I am so dissatisfied with this ten month fix I cannot seem to escape.
It was as if the sun never came out this weekend, as I returned home at night and still painted my nails my favorite black—so unlike spring, and still went to bed with the covers over my head. It’s as if I am resistant to this comforting summer routine; regardless of how great the impression it makes, it is nonsensical to even acknowledge the sun that doesn’t last forever.
..As summers in Boston are short.
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