To the cloudy, gray, and gloomy DC skies,

Picture from Jen

This morning I knew that getting out of bed would be a mistake. I wasn't dreading anything in particular, but I woke up and could feel the Dark and Twisty staking its claim on my day. I suppose it’s no surprise that the English major sees metaphors everywhere, but you were an oppressive symbol for my day, which felt overcast and cold. No, I know. Bloom where you’re planted! Be happy for this moment! Whatever. I want to go to Florida. I want my hammock. I want to wear these shorts. I want to go on picnics and eat watermelon. I want summer.

britt