False Spring

“When spring came, even false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.” Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast, pg. 40

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By: Gabriela Yareliz

Today, it was 55 degrees in the city. Unbelievable. I went out wearing jeans– minus the rubber-like leggings I wear underneath them, with just a tank top under a hoodie. It was spring; except there were black mountains of snow all around. We are supposedly getting more snow and stormy weather later this week. So, this weekend was our false spring. It was filled with blue skies, sunshine, the piano man at Washington Square Park and life.

Deadlines were the adversary of my enjoyment of this weekend, but at least this weekend served as a sneak peek of spring, which I hope will be imminently arriving. Come to us Spring. Come with your sunshine, life, flowers, rain, cute birds, hope and slight humidity. Show us how death turns into life. Come and charm us soon. Because once you arrive, many of us know for sure that our liberation (the end of the semester) is at hand.

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Page by Vivienne Gucwa – Tree lined path in spring. Conservatory Garden. Central Park, New York City.

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