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It's 11:49 and I've pulled my laptop up onto my bed, snuggled up close to my dog and threw the sheets over my head to write. Yup, it was just another one of those days that's not worth the words. Its just a mere week or two until the time of year I've come to love is here. That strange stretch of time between spring break and realizing you're back in school. That strange stretch of time where it can be bitterly cold one day and in the mid-seventies the next. Sometimes sun-warmed earth just asking for a picnic, forty-eight hours later there's a growing puddle where the basket sat and daffodils poking up from the muddy sod. Days you spend sitting on the rooves of houses just to be a few feet closer to the sun, and afternoons spent walking the streets because you can't find anyplace dry to sit down. But you want to go outside anyway. Cold winds that surprise bare legs and short sleeves followed by no clouds and humidity punishing sweaters and sweatshirts. The sheer lack of predictability, its not the soppy, soggy winter mush we have around here these days, with sullied snow and four-wheelers plowing the majority of the roads; and its not yet the muggy near smoggish summer haze that sits over Hurricane and Culloden during the summer, accompanied by crowds at the WavePool and missing everyone you don't get to see.

It's open-window weather. When you hear all your favorite songs pouring from the most unsuspected bedroom windows. When you see loose hair and sunglasses in a passing car with a song you wish you knew the name of radiating from it's pores.

When you do things just because you can.

No reason, regret, or repercussion.



These are the best days. Right before the summer good-byes, right after a quick break to remind everyone just how surreal highschool is. Before major tests, but not soon enogh to cram. It's the real spring break.