**Note: I wrote this this morning and shared with friends. I hope you enjoy it, it’s something a bit different.**
I like the rain, but I’ve felt enough for now.
I miss the sunshine beating upon my face. I miss late-night sunsets an hour before bedtime. I miss mid-week baseball games that make me smile the same as they did when I was seven.
I like the cold, but I’ve grown too numb for now.
I want dry roadways so that I feel alive all the time, not only when I lose the back-end of my car while flooring it on the wet pavement. I want a reason to be out of the house and away from the time-suck that Netflix has become even though Kevin Spacey as Francis J. Underwood is one of the finest characters I have ever seen. I want to escape the real-life political drama of “alt-right” and “alt-left,” and all the in-betweens, and ctrl+alt+delete all the rhetoric and enjoy the life I have.
I like the dark, but I’ve become too sullen for now.
I hope the sunlight breaks through the clouds like the bedroom light used to pierce my eyes on a school day. I hope this time passes quickly, but not so fast that it passes me by. I hope that the message here within is not one of despair, rather one of truth and optimism.
Is it Spring yet?
No. But it will be soon. Nothing can stop that.
-Ben Aguirre, Jr.