It is warmer this week than last week, significantly so. The sun is sunnier, and the grass is actually visible. New leaves are emerging on all the trees, and flowers on many. My neighbours, who 10 days ago were shivering in 2 layers, are now leaving their apartments clad in short pants and sandals. Graduate students far and wide are leaving their lab cocoons in favour of the outside world. Bared midriffs and unshaved legs are roaming wild and free on campus.
A few days ago, I opened my window for an extended period for the first time in 4 months. I immediately regretted it, as it was raining and a bevy of insects crawled in under the screen seeking dry shelter. The regret didn't last long, however. The smell of rain-drenched soil can make up for most trifling inconveniences.
While everyone else is rejoicing in the sunshine, I merely tolerate it. The warm days of rain interspersed with cloudy sunshine are far more preferable, and less monotonous, than brilliant sunlight. This is mostly because the temperature is so much more comfortable on those days, but also because their ever-changing nature reflects my mood far better than constant brightness.
I love the sunlight most when I am surrounded by grass, or tall leafy trees. Plants, despite their muteness, seem to radiate a liveliness in the presence of sunlight that I can't help but pick up on. It is nearly impossible to look at a tree in the sun and not feel good about it.
Despite the rising mercury, I find myself looking forward to summer.
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