Kick Drum Heart


Smells like spring

I want all of this snow to be gone, today. I’m seriously on board with the idea that the only reason I love Western New York winters is the fact that hockey season encompasses all of these stupid freezing months.

Uhg. But! It smells like spring outside. One might wonder how I know what spring smells like.

When you live in the country and pay attention, and look forward to sunshine as much as I do, you freaking just know.

I almost want to go for a walk today, despite the snow that still pollutes the ground in frigid layers. I could probably pretend there’s grass, if I wanted.

But I don’t; I have to clean my room, and I’ve done No Homework over this short week of break. I suppose I made up for not doing anything by auditioning at Eastman– that’s how I’m regulating my guilt (haha).

I’m almost excited to clean today, though. It’s like a rite of springtime: Kim Moves Back to Room.

My room’s in the basement, you see, and during crap temperatures it normally stays around, oh, fifty. Not exactly appealing for warm-blooded mammals like myself. So I’ve been bunking on the couch, and yes, that sucks.

Today, I move back in. It’s a certifiable disaster zone, but I’ll fix it. And it’ll almost be like spring.