Has spring sprung?
Spring has sprung.
This past weekend, the temperature in Evanston finally reached the 40’s after leaving me hanging for the past three months or so. The snow, which at one point had piled up five feet tall on the sides of the road, melted away, leaving my Converses soggy.
The wind was as relentless as usual, but it didn’t hurt my face like it used to, with a chilly slap. Instead, it seemed to sweep all remnants of winter off my skin.
For once, the sun had emerged from behind its overcast veil, and I found myself longing for sunglasses to defend against its intense glare, not because the reflective snow outside left me blind after my walk to class.
I had nearly given up on spring ever arriving, hopelessly desolate in my black, knee-length down jacket that I had sported nearly every single day since I came back from winter break.
Back in Atlanta, spring was bouncing back to 60-degree weather after a mildly chilly winter that averaged in the mid-30’s. Atlanta’s pollen is UNREAL. I was never particularly thankful when spring rolled around.
But being in Evanston has reminded me just how crucial this “transition” season is. It is the sunrise after you thought the night would never end. You thought the stars and moon were beautiful at first, but after staring at them for so long, you started to hate their existence, and to long for the beautiful sun.
I’m going to take advantage of spring, this year. I’m going to go outside more, travel more, exercise more, wear shorter and less clothing, because my skin missed the sun. I grew tired of white, grey and black, and I started to long for green.
True, I was in love with Evanston’s winter. Like a little kid, I watched the glittery flour pile up outside.
In those first few hours after a fresh snow, it was soft and gently cold, not piercingly frozen.
Sure, I’d seen snow before college, but to walk around in it daily was a never-ending adventure. It took so long to become fed up with it, but when my mood started to dip, I realized that it was the chronic darkness, it was the shorter days, the hopeless laziness, the thick layers and the heavy food that weighed me down.
I tired of hurrying from heated building to heated building, I grew bored of slapping my numb cheeks and wiping frozen tears from my eyes, I was turned off of running snot, of pulling on hat after scarf and mitten after mitten and glove after glove.
Many people say winter quarter here is the worst. Comparing the two quarters I’ve experienced thus far, I would probably agree. The novelty of college is starting to fade, and we are like hibernating animals: lazy, fat, unmotivated, and unproductive, living off of the momentum we gathered in the fall.
This is my first year in college. I’ve been told that the weather was very agreeable this winter, nothing like last year. In which case, I only have one question for myself:
WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO??