As humans, we like to chop life into pieces.

It’s all one continuous stream

but making one big part into several smaller parts

supposedly makes it easier to handle.

Some of these parts only happen once

(like stages of life and so on)

But some happen every day, every week,

Or every year.

Springtime. That’s a good example.

March 21st to June 20th

on a technical level at least

But it means something more than that.

It’s a time when trees grow, sun shines,

pandemics begin AND end evidently,

and the end is in sight for students.

A time that many can’t wait for,

but the joy ends soon enough

when they figure out what comes next…