spring fever
I have to keep telling myself that there are only a few more weeks of winter. My mind is full of spring. Its really bad that it isn't even spring and i have spring fever. I want to travel. I have no plans of traveling, out of state anyway, but i really really want to. I want to walk outside with no coat. I want to smell the snow melt and watch the grass turn green. I am tired of tasting menthol and depending on halls to be able to breathe and swallow. i'm tired of shivering. im tired of gray. im tired of slush. im tired of wool. im tired of fleece. im tired of watery foyers and soaking doormats. im tired of waiting. Winter comes and goes every year, but this year is longer, darker, colder and wetter than i remember. i'm not sure why.
I went to the Rochester Mall the other day when it was nice outside. When i say nice i mean, rainy and above 45 degrees. I came to buy a specific jacket I saw on sale at the Gap. I went and made my purchase. Then, because it was so nice out, i decided to walk around in the rain for a while. Not many people were out. There was a girl and her boyfriend talking animatedly about something amusing. I went inside Claires and browsed thinking what a girly store it is and how i no longer like anything in it. I left, and having nowhere else to go, headed for my car. I passed a young man wearing a hawaiian shirt, presumably on break from waiting tables at kruse and muer. I just glanced up and we both smiled to acknowledge each other's presence. And I realized, people don't smile enough anymore.
I went to the Rochester Mall the other day when it was nice outside. When i say nice i mean, rainy and above 45 degrees. I came to buy a specific jacket I saw on sale at the Gap. I went and made my purchase. Then, because it was so nice out, i decided to walk around in the rain for a while. Not many people were out. There was a girl and her boyfriend talking animatedly about something amusing. I went inside Claires and browsed thinking what a girly store it is and how i no longer like anything in it. I left, and having nowhere else to go, headed for my car. I passed a young man wearing a hawaiian shirt, presumably on break from waiting tables at kruse and muer. I just glanced up and we both smiled to acknowledge each other's presence. And I realized, people don't smile enough anymore.