Spr-ummer.

Happy first day of spring! Er...summer, rather. I am sunburned already and am rather itchy, but it's a small price to pay for the glorious day I had today (um, yesterday, I suppose). I spent most of the day at the seaport, walking around, getting my flip-flops dirty from the sandy road and sitting on a wooden bench next to the dock lined with boats and a lighthouse, overlooking glittering navy-blue water, watching people and happy families walking by, speaking different languages, all enjoying the novelty of the "town." What struck me was the singularity of purpose all the visitors had: to have an outing, to learn something new, to see new sights. I couldn't believe how many people were at the museum today. It's amazing what good weather does to people. We hibernate during winter. We are truly mole people. When the sun comes out to shine her warm, soothing rays, we emerge out of the dark, dank underground, shaking off the layers of dirt, soaking in the bath of sunlight.

People watching is fascinating. If I could, I would turn it into a full-time career. I don't need to know details of people's lives--I like to guess at them and admire individual peculiarities, which we all possess. I realize that I love humanity. On the large scale of things, we do horrible things as a race sometimes, but if you look a little closer, a little deeper, with sharp lens on one human being, just for a moment in time, you can see something...good? special? within that one person--the love they may have for another person, the way the couple hold hands like they will never let go, the care one dotes on a daughter or a son, one being excited about...a leaf or a blade of grass. It is the small events like these that fascinate me and restore my love for humanity continuously, despite my realist/pessimistic attitude about humanity at times. And that, my friends, is why I love people watching. And why I had such a lovely time today. I left the seaport with a renewed sense of vigor.

What also might have helped, was simply...the sun. I drink it greedily, like a hummingbird drinks nectar. I can't get enough of the stuff. I am an addict. I admit it. However, you must bear in mind that just last week, it was raining so hard, that our basement flooded and we lost electricity and internet for two days, which was extremely difficult since we had a paper due on Monday. Also, our stove is electric, so, scavenging for food was a challenge...we ate out most of the weekend. As for writing the paper, I had to hunt around for places with electricity and internet. Jessica and I ended up holing up at a coffee shop in town for five hours, but had to leave once a group of elderly Irish ladies began singing ballads loudly with an audience cheering them on. Then another place we went to lost power. And...it was just crazy all around. We did manage to get the paper done though! When the power came back on that night, I thought I was dreaming. I had to turn the lights on and off a few times before it finally dawned on me that we finally had it all back!

Carr House hosted a BBQ tonight, shortly after I returned from my sloth state, which was GREAT! I was so hungry, all I had during the day was a bowl of cereal. We don't really have much food left in our fridge at the moment. Where it all goes from week to week, I haven't the faintest idea. We played frisbee while listening to classic rock 'n roll, and continued tossing until the sun settled in her western cradle for the night, and could no longer see each others' outlines, but only the glimmer of the white disk spinning in the dark sky.