The more I think about it, the more I think it's true. Every season has its ailment, and for me, spring time brings about fantasies of a romanticized life. Maybe it's got something to do with the scent of cut grass and blossoming flowers or the hopeful whispers carried by the breeze, but, accompanied with spring is, what I can only think to describe as, a wishful melancholy. This spring in particular; a year ago today I knew who I would marry. But sometimes this happens:
Earlier today I met the new school president and heard him speak. It was hard to choke back tears, and he reminded me why I'm here. Those who know me know I don't play a very active part in many community affairs and in fact show some level of indifference to almost everything, but, I, like all Shimerians, am at this school for a reason, and it's a damn good one, regardless of how much I may piss and moan throughout. I saw today many generations of people, of Shimerians, together from far and wide, rejoicing in the words of our new president. His words were clouds, hovering above the heads of all who listened, offering a refreshing rain that will bring to blossom something beautiful.And it was the first time I've been happy in Chicago for a long time.