This morning, I heard birds singing outside my window. Birds. Outside. My. Window. The last noteworthy thing that happened with my window was when I left it open and it snowed on my face, remember? (Not the worst decision I’ve ever made, but it did crack the Top 50.) Now there are birds chirping. This has lead me to conclude that it’s finally spring. It’s fifty degrees out, and since this is Michigan everyone’s acting like it’s ninety. I walked to class the other day and I almost took a Frisbee to the face. People were doing homework in the courtyard. People were taking naps in the grass.
It’s snowing in my hometown. I don’t know how I’m going to function mentally if I head home for the summer and it’s snowing.