new things

The spring makes me remember things, the heated air and songs, the flowers.

Once it was winter, and winter is long; hiding, resting, introspection, cocoa and cloaks. And the snow out the window was fellowship and peace.

You know the spring is a challenge a bit, a nice one.

The warm wind pushes me outdoors and opens up the windows and puts thoughts of flight in the mind. The inclination to stay in, like winter, is blown away as the world turns outward and secrets are displayed as crocuses and breeze.

I trust it, but I have to get used to the spring a bit. Ponds smile, flowers wave, warm winds dance. The drawn-in world of winter evolves into exclamations and laughs.

Everything out in the open is freeing and intimidating at the same time.

I got my last college letter today. Connecticut College: waitlisted. There are four other acceptances but only one left that I want to go to. So it will be either Wheaton or URI. Depending completely on one thing: money.

It's a season of change, but aren't all seasons such? The only thing to do is live and love and enjoy.