Oh, Winter. We won't be seeing you for a while.
It is spring and I can tell. I do not use the feeble greens sprouting up from muddy earth to tell these things, oh no. I judge the emergence of spring by the incessant shuffle of flip flops on the quad and the appearance of low cut shirts.* And the hey baby's I get. Yesterday I got a "Wassup, Princess?" And instead of being slightly repulsed, I just smiled. Spring, indeed!
*ladies, please, you don't need sunburn there. TURTLENECKS FOR ALL.
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Spring sucks.
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