Yesterday I went for a walk in the park. The hills were covered in tiny daisies. People were riding bikes. Children were swinging.
I walked and swung my arms and rejoiced in the fact that I was wearing short sleeves for the first time in six plus months.
Spring tends to be an awkward season. It is the season that is going through puberty. It has its moments, but most of the time you're just like, "Whatcha doin', Spring?! Get with the program and stop being such a freak!"
Above all else, I dread spring in Spokane. It is disgusting. It makes me want to throw myself off the edge of a tall building sans parachute. Grey, lumpy, half-melted snow. Drizzly, spitting rain storms. Tamped down, dead yellow grass that has not seen the light of day since mid-November.
However, this year the Spokane has decided to age gracefully. Sunny days. No snow. Even (!) flowers.
For the first time in my college life, the thought of going back to school after Spring Break doesn't fill me with dread. It's a nice change. Really, really nice.
So thanks Spring. I owe you one.
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