tales of an ordinary girl

The weather is almost perfect tonight. It's warm. There's a slight breeze that's stirring the trees just enough to hear the leaves swishing. Off on the horizon there's flashes of lightning in the clouds far enough away that the thunder doesn't reach me. I am alone, sitting on my front porch.

It reminds me that spring isn't far away and that it's one of my favorite times of the year. I almost resent spring because it leads to summer, the most detestable season of all. I hate the heat. Even in dry heat I can only take the crushing pressure that feels like walking in an oven for so long before the air is sucked out of my lungs. But, inexplicably I love those few moments when the heat is pressing all around me. Then it's too much, too stifling.



But in spring, like in autumn everything is in flux. Change is in the air. People act differently. The laziness of summer and winter are left behind. Spring and fall are different. Perhaps it has something to do with all of those years we spend in school and the anticipation of change during those times. And even when we're out of school for good there is still that expectation that something will be different. Something will change.