Spring:It's a buildup. It's an anticipation of summer. There is nothing slow about spring. In spring we start to buckle down summer plans and work towards goals. The days stop ending so goddamn early and we want to take advantage of it with bike rides and extra activities that exploit the weather. The first few hot days are welcome and not long.

I don't know if people really fall in love in the spring. I don't know if that's a myth or if it was true at some time but now the seasons play less of a role in mating than internet service providers.

There are 4 days between when rain season ends in missississippi and mosquito season begins, and you best fucking enjoy them and hope that your boss or school or spouse or bandmates do not earmark your time for them.

Spring is when you wish everyone had not painted all the windows of the world shut in the 80s.

Spring is when I freak the hell out attempting to finish all projects before june 1, the holy and true beginning of summer. In spring everything is burnt out. the cycle goes thus:

fall - the new, hope for improvement
winter - settling into routine and comfort
spring - plans of fall lose luster. routine becomes burnt. long for idealistic possibilities of summer
summer - a free for all of activity culminating in the worship of inactivity.

I do not care for spring too much because in mississippi it is a lie. It is really only post winter or early summer. It is really only when all expectations of me by others come due. Fuck your spring. I will skip it and go directly to sweat ass summer. I want the mosquitos to come kill me and take away my body so there will be a new summer myth.