I'm sitting next to my open window as I write this, with the sun beating down on me and the fresh air blowing into my room. I'm done with midterms and the essays that come along with them, so most of what I'm working on currently is just a lot of reading (side note: Dante faints a lot in his Inferno). My mom, sister, and sister's friend are coming to visit Tuesday, so I'm doing my best to get ahead of the work curve for the next week. We'll see how well that works.
Springtime is Paris seems to so far be characterized by the sun finally returning and 50 degree (Fahrenheit) weather, which I am on board with. I went on a few runs this weekend, and I wanted to stop and lay down to soak in the sun to make up for all the grey, rainy days throughout winter. I can finally read outside at cafes and start walking more without fear of freezing my face off.
It's also kind of strange, though. Around this time every year, it's spring break, and my family generally flies out to Colorado for some spring skiing and family time. Here, though, my spring break doesn't come until the last two weeks in April (yes, I do realize how late that is, no need to tell me), meaning while everyone is off at the beach-- or the mountains-- I'm still stuck in school, and I've really started to miss my Rocky Mountains.
Still, it's impossible to be sad for too long with the sun still outside and the breeze no longer blowing cold rain into my face. Springtime is finally here, and I do not plan to waste it inside my tiny apartment.
Katrina
