Spring brings a certain weariness with it these days. There is a pressure, a pressure behind my eyelids, that is trying to masquerade as tears. I know that it’s really just the rain, and the trees, and nature interfering with the artificial things i am expecting from my body. Nevertheless, i have almost been convinced to break down and weep, and within that inclination there is the tired forward motion of time.
The office is quiet; it feels like a Monday should feel. I don’t think anyone will notice me sniffling and wiping my cheek on my sleeve if i just do it here where i’m sitting. I’m going to miss this office… against my better judgment i’m trying to stay on here even though i’m moving on to my new job. It’s just something about these people, and how they read my face, and how they know exactly what my smiles mean. There’s something about them caring that i really don’t want to leave behind.
It’s funny how spring doesn’t always manage to play the part, even after i get so exciting about its approach. It’s a good thing that i feel like spring, anyhow…