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[readingredhead]

I am waiting and ready for it to really be spring, instead of just lulling me into skirts and tank tops and sandals with the sunny day and blossoming cherry-trees outside my window before reminding me with a gust of cold air that I can't say goodbye to sweaters quite yet. I want the feeling of liveliness that comes with the spring--the sunburns I'll undoubtedly fend off, the late nights where it doesn't get dark and the early mornings where the sun on the dew in the grass makes it sparkle. The clear skies and the ocean back home, the sticky heat of Italian cobblestoned streets and the mischievousness of a London summer shower, the feel of rocks stuck between my feet and my sandals--this is what I miss, what I want. To stop wearing jeans and start wearing board shorts, to pack away all the sweaters and umbrellas for next year, to study outside in the sunshine.

(I don't know why I am so excited by the beginning of each new season in its turn, but I'm glad to feel this way, and so I won't complain, except to say that it should go ahead and get warm already!)