My students dig my #lace #nails I fixed for my birthday weekend.
Spring Allergies
What a spring that was. We had a lot of fun those days. I still think about those days before everyone’s ship of pure joy crashed that night we received the news. I feel like the dynamic of where the ship could go completely changed, and we had to start from where we could.
I think about those days when I see how blossomed the trees are. I kept complaining about my allergies and now as they return to torture me, they’ve become a little less bearable, but in a silent way. Spring was a little sad last year, and this year, it’s nothing but quiet. A child silently walking under our noses, while last year the child ran in fear. But the child ran in pure joy and bliss that spring. We all did.
I can still replay almost every event in this empty movie theater; I’ll go inside while dealing with these damn allergies, or when I’m in a long car drive, or when I hear a specific song, or anything that reminds me of it. There are so many reels to choose from. I wish someone would put these reels in the vault already.
We are all changing, everyday it’s so different, leading me farther and farther away from that spring; I changed, you changed, they changed, we all did. We were some crazy kids back then, weren’t we? Not a care in the world and it excited and frightened me. We awaited summer, and it was one of the best summers ever. It couldn’t be topped, could it?
And now, I await summer, hoping, wishing, dreaming, and who knows, maybe even praying it becomes better than that summer, and if it doesn’t, I hope there will be one. I just want these spring allergies to go away.
