It's spring! But, of course, it's not.
I wore a yellow dress yesterday. I danced on the walk home. I spotted wet pavement that looked suspiciously like it was wet because ice had melted in the sunshine.
Happy Ayyam-i-Ha, world! The celebration of in-between and before and days that don't count on the calendar, but count just enough to warrant this beautiful sunshine.
Last year, I waited on the sidewalk outside the Food City that was 20 minutes away from my apartment for someone to pick me up and give me a ride to an Ayyam-i-Ha celebration. I was on the wrong side of the building and the wrong side of the world. But when I made it, there was so much delicious food and we played games that I didn't understand and told jokes that had Arabic punch lines that lost their punch in translation and it felt like the beginning of something monumentally important.
This year is less adventurous. I am making plans to stock up on grapefruit for the fast. Clearing spaces beside my bed for a water bottle. Wondering how I will make it until spring break without collapsing of exhausting. There is a time for celebration, but there is so much work to get done.
My parents mailed me a hat, but I'm hoping I won't need it soon. The sun is playing with my emotions, but I am too far gone to care.
I wore a yellow dress yesterday. I danced on the walk home. I spotted wet pavement that looked suspiciously like it was wet because ice had melted in the sunshine.
Happy Ayyam-i-Ha, world! The celebration of in-between and before and days that don't count on the calendar, but count just enough to warrant this beautiful sunshine.
Last year, I waited on the sidewalk outside the Food City that was 20 minutes away from my apartment for someone to pick me up and give me a ride to an Ayyam-i-Ha celebration. I was on the wrong side of the building and the wrong side of the world. But when I made it, there was so much delicious food and we played games that I didn't understand and told jokes that had Arabic punch lines that lost their punch in translation and it felt like the beginning of something monumentally important.
This year is less adventurous. I am making plans to stock up on grapefruit for the fast. Clearing spaces beside my bed for a water bottle. Wondering how I will make it until spring break without collapsing of exhausting. There is a time for celebration, but there is so much work to get done.
My parents mailed me a hat, but I'm hoping I won't need it soon. The sun is playing with my emotions, but I am too far gone to care.
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