Mar 12
I can smell summer
Seriously, summer is my absolute favorite time of the year. Fall absolutely sucks. Winter has its moments. Spring is just foreplay. Summer’s where the real action starts. I was walking back from the cafeteria tonight and suddenly, just for a moment, I could smell it.
Summer isn’t just a time of year. It’s primal, virile. And just for a second, walking back from the cafeteria today, I could smell it - that warm, strong, almost sexual summer air. You know the feeling… you’re walking around in the summer, ten feet tall and bulletproof, smile on your face, not a care in the world. Best feeling ever. That’s why I hate winter - all you can do is bundle up and trundle as fast as possible from place to place. It’s hard to just stop and enjoy where you are and what’s going on in the winter - the summer demands that on occasion, you stop and enjoy the action.
Maybe I’m wrong - spring isn’t foreplay. Spring is that moment when you realize yes, you are going to get some in the very very near future, and suddenly you feel really good. Bring it on.
Oh, and I updated the front page.