| | It's May, nearly June. We've already had hot and bright days, the sun prickling my skin. We've already had thunderstorms, the humid air tiring me. It's summertime again.
University is nearly over for another four months and so the beckon of solitude and friendly fun, of part time work and smiling faces ushers me closer.
My dear Clarey has gone away, to a far away land. I will miss her and I'm sure she will miss me. We do have fun together and she's always there doing her thing, whether that is working hard or relaxing hard. She is a full time human being and that is a reason to hold her in high esteem. I'm proud she finally got to realise an old dream. Good luck to her.
I do enjoy the summer. It's not just the pretty girls wearing summer dresses, or the promise of meeting old friends again. It's something mystical. Summer has a profound affect on everybody, it's as if there had been an endurance of the cold nights and at best mild days and now we wait in anticipation of the warm languishing of long summer days.
I do get melancholy, consider the old times. Of lying on grass, my head on my old compatriot's lap, muddling over vagueries and future plans. Of hopes and desires. Of places we would rather be - together.
I'm lucky man, though, this year I don't have to hope or pray. I don't have to sigh or feel melancholy any more. I have met a lovely woman who is affectionate and funny. We're going away soon, we're going away to the country. For a few days we will just be a man and a woman, under a four poster bed, looking out to the coast and we won't have to wish. We'll have everything and everyone we want in that room.
Summertime beckons and this is what it wants me to have. This year it wants me to be happy. I'm getting regular supervisor work at the events I want to work. I'm working hard, earning money and working my way up. I'm earning more than money, and it's something between respect and tenure, something between happiness and contentment.
If my final piece of coursework goes well and I do well in my exam, I will certainly be more than content. This year has been a trying year but preliminary feedback is good.
If my weekend away goes well and we leave feeling pleased, I will certainly be more than happy. This year I have found something worth looking for and something worth holding on to. She is special and she makes me feel special.
This summertime has such potential. Let's not let it down, hmm?
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