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And then one day in late February...
Feb. 24th, 2009 04:57 pm... everything was alright again.
You'd wake up in the morning and it was light out again. There was no red line on the black morning horizon; just beautiful sunlight coming through, and even though the trees were bare, the birds had woken up with you and were chatting away. No more parkas, no more reluctantly peeling back the sheets to turn on the space heater.
And the makeup classes from the ice storm were over, and you had found a new group of friends, ones who swore like pirates and watched awful movies and played Tetris all day long, and everything was pretty much scrumtrilescent, which isn't really a word but is a pretty good description of that innate cosmic feeling that comes at the very iceberg tip of spring.
Winter was finally 6 feet under, and you were stomping around on its fresh grave, and the daily high was 75.
And everything was perfect.
You'd wake up in the morning and it was light out again. There was no red line on the black morning horizon; just beautiful sunlight coming through, and even though the trees were bare, the birds had woken up with you and were chatting away. No more parkas, no more reluctantly peeling back the sheets to turn on the space heater.
And the makeup classes from the ice storm were over, and you had found a new group of friends, ones who swore like pirates and watched awful movies and played Tetris all day long, and everything was pretty much scrumtrilescent, which isn't really a word but is a pretty good description of that innate cosmic feeling that comes at the very iceberg tip of spring.
Winter was finally 6 feet under, and you were stomping around on its fresh grave, and the daily high was 75.
And everything was perfect.
