Ahhhhhhh, nothing better than those carefree days, slugging away a whiffle ball in the continuous front yards of college housing. A simple whiffle ball game turns into a sometimes dangerous game of dodge-the-car, made more complicated by the effects of the beer-pong tournament down the street, free from dry campus boundaries. Ahhhhhhhh, Lutefest.
Shuffling through photos, on a particularly rainy, cold winter night in Northfield, images of warm-ish days in early May serve as a reminder that salvation has to be coming. When it rains at this time of year, it's deceiving - I start to think oh, things are warming up, soon the snow will disappear and the trees will green - but, as we know, it will freeze and snow in a few days anyway. Spring doesn't begin until May around here.
Graduation was almost 2 years ago, yet I still long for days centered around pure bliss. Days like Lutefest weekend seemed to be structured for just that: time for all of us to gather, enjoy each other, compete in ridiculous yard games, and simply soak up the convenience of living with what seemed like 2,999 of our closest friends. I still miss coffee on the porch, strolls downtown, watching the green spread from grass to trees in full force, the slow warming of days, students lounging in shorts and tank tops, and days shifting from end-of-finals stress to end-of-year ecstasy.
There truly is nothing like early spring days in college. I wish I would have known that, then.
Ahh those carefree days and nights.
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