I want spring

More than I wanted winter last year. More than I want anything presently. As easy as school undoubtedly seem to be, I'm not ready for it.

I want crisp air and layers and leaves and the good kind of solitude.

And I want to see everyone again.And I'll scream under my breath: "I'm alive", to each and everyone I re-meet.

And I want people to see me, without me caring what they thing, like I always said I didn't.

And I want to enjoy two more years of this.

I'm prepared for this, I know what's coming. I'm wiser.

It's just the right brew... like the coffee I'm going to go make.