…and then, springs stops to be just another word for ‘sunny winter’ when you find yourself listening to old creedence songs you hadn’t heard to for years and dying to sing along very loudly at 4.40 am and the headphones cable is too short to allow you to dance outrageously in your apartment and scare your psycho-cat away.

(and yep, spring means being all gooey-cheesy and posting silly pics of flowers and trees and nature and mountains and sunny things and stuff)(but don’t worry, it won’t last)(i still need to watch casablanca meanwhile)