spring with respect to growth and change. The change always feels inherently positive because of the way the weather makes me feel. I never really critically thought about seasons outside of summer and winter until I turned sixteen and I listened to a new career in a new town after a particularly emotional winter and I felt the hope of blue skies before me. The dew filled afternoon bike ride to leo ornstein, playing mathisfun chess while listening to my teacher discuss the symbolism of Great Expectations .
Two years ago we had an incredibly strange midwestern winter, I remember the first week of february it was between fifty and sixty five (10 and 18) every day for a week. I remember making a vow to myself that every day before summer the most important thing I could do was get outside on nice days. I still do, today I did. I listened to folx while walking around my hometown, I had my lentphone in my pocket but let it sit while I watched the cars pass.
every month, every moon cycle, every season change, every year, these benchmarks make me reflect about my goals alongside my feelings, the pattern seeking ways that define my monologues. I have many goals for this spring, you’ll see them on the prospective “springboard” that I will build. Excited to write with the sun setting later and the warmth of the sun hitting my face. Enjoy the site.