And so it arrived. The day when you forgive and forget. You forgive your country for being dark and gloomy, cold and snowy. You forget you ever needed to wear several layers of clothes, you forget your eyelashes getting white with rime and you forget you didn’t know day from night because it was dark all the time.
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
The sun has been up since around 4.30 this morning, and the temperature was a solid 18 degrees already by 7.30. The dream you had in December, the one that seemed so distant and unreal, the one where you had bare legs and feet, the one where you don’t know night from day because it is light all the time… it wasn’t a dream, it was a memory. It really did happen, and it is happening again.
Ice cream anyone?