Because of the length of Minnesota’s winters, when Spring comes, it’s a big deal.
Immediately, there is a shift on campus. Even though it may only be forty-five degrees, everyone is suddenly in shorts and flip-flops. The mall is suddenly filled with students laughing, throwing frisbees, and even sunbathing. The library is dead quiet.
Despite all there is to do between me and graduation, I find it difficult to resist the allure of warm weather. After five months of snow, wind, and subzero temperatures, I long to abandon the books and soak in the sunlight. I changed up my workout routine and abandoned the gym to, for the first time in my life, go on a real-person, non-treadmill run. My body was (and still is) pretty unhappy with me (running is HARD), but it was worth it to be outside.
Last night, I drove to my Bible study in the next town over with the windows down. My arm rested casually on the ledge, hand waving in the wind. I blasted Cloud Cult and watched the prairie zoom by, not a care in the world.
Sometimes, it feels so good to ditch studying and soak in the sun.
