In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed."
-Ernest Hemingway
I've had this feeling about NYC, lately. Though somewhat different, as it's more that a long spring is holding up the beginning of summer, the sentiment remains. It's always seemed to me that we don't even have much of a spring, maybe a week; it usually goes straight from freezing winter to sweating summer. Not this year.
Pretty sweet, huh? Obviously, I think so. Came across this piece when skipping through the books of Hemingway's I have. This is from A Moveable Feast--memoirs of his younger days as an aspiring and then somewhat famous writer, after WWI. His novel The Sun Also Rises, as well, is about this era in his life. I recommend more the latter than the former.
Right, so as you've noticed, I haven't been on here much in the last few months. Suffice it to say, between finally getting back on a routine with school stuff and the fact that I haven't had the internet at home for a while, I just haven't been able to or really had the desire. Don't worry, I don't love you any less.
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