come spring

Come spring most people who are clinging on to hope, say when depression and not least desperation hits. And who knows, maybe they are right? It seems once the snow retreat, love flout though the air, like the flue in a kinder garden. People near and far, find another whom they'd like to see more of in the pleasant sun rays. A phenomenon that may change so many, but for the better or worse? There are those who loose themselves in the other, then they're those who turn cold and hard when the end came.

Come spring, they say. Well, here it is. All I hear is bird song and the bris through green leaved trees. No heart pumping here. No Eros moving amongst my likes. But wait, what is that? I hear a rush, adrenelaine, blood pumping. Nothing more, nothing less. But no change.

There is te graduation period that is forthcoming, and as of last week have started.... Twenty days of partying and being raised abov the law. The Norwegian way, folks. The Norwegian way.