Summer Approaches
And so its April.
And so summer approaches.
The lumbering island is in the process of getting the gunk out of its eyes, give its ass a good wakeup scratch, and clumsily looking around for its party hat.
In 30 to 50 days, the city will re-awake and we will gorge ourselves on its bountiful jubilee. I for one can't wait. Despite the winter being short and pathetic, it's very threat was enough to send everyone hiding, and even the incredibly brief period of frustratingly cold weather was cause for a feeling of loss.
It won't be long now before we're all drunken, drugged up, temporary jazz aficionados awing at marvelous displays of pyrotechnics as we migrate back into our sunday hippy regimen. This process happens every year. This rebirth, this new found life and spirit you thought was dead and destroyed. We thaw out our mojo and party hard as if it were a novel concept.
Which makes it all the sweeter. Every year the idea of having more fun than your body was designed to handle is new and fresh, so every summer its uplifting effects are amplified by our own cabin fevers. And I fucking love it.
I don't remember what its like to not wear my parka. I don't remember what its like smoking without shivering. I don't remember what the mountain is like with lush green leaves obscuring your view and making you forget you're in a major metropolitan city. It'll all be new again. And it'll be new again next year and the year after that and so on and so forth. The great island rebirth is a cherished process of the seasons, because it forces all of us to appreciate the summer that much more. The end result is a city ripe with entertainment, secreting fun from every last window, door, and terasse.
Summer approaches and I greet it with arms out, smile on my face, and my anti american college student spray in my pocket.
It's time to PARTY!
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