Williamsburg is rather lazy about its seasons. Fall slumped
into winter without much bluster. Winter loafs around, not willing to work
itself into any vigorous storms, and yielding to the storms that do come in a
resigned sort of way. The first hints of spring (birds, buds, and moss perking
up) are so subtle, it feels like the type of afternoon nap that blends so
seamlessly with waking up that you aren’t even sure whether you fell asleep.
Maybe when spring is really here it will surprise me and explode into a riot of
color. But I don’t think so, somehow. It would just feel out of character.
Law school seems to have the same pattern as the climate,
rolling from day to day and week to week in a plodding sort of way, nothing too
energetic (with the possible exception of the finals/hurricane season).
We did have a (slightly) more lively event at school this
week. A light bulb broke or fizzled out somewhere on the second floor and
triggered the fire alarm. So we all stood on the front lawn for 30 minutes
while firefighters checked the building. All the students from warm climates
were freezing. I (and presumably those from cooler climates) felt refreshed to
be outside breathing some fresh air.
The fire alarm ate up the first 15 or 20 minutes of my
Property class. My professor says he’s beginning to believe there’s a
conspiracy against Property. Class has been canceled three times; twice because
of snow and once when he was ill. (No, we don’t just skip those classes; we
reschedule them.)
Anyway, spring is coming and I’m feeling ready for a little spice
in my life.
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