How bout Zion, huh??? Obviously the NCAA is a horrible organization that, on the list of horrible organizations, sits somewhere below Enron and somewhere above the people who run child beauty pageants. But hot damn if I don’t love filling out a bracket and becoming a bandwagon Duke fan for a few weeks in early spring.
To be galaxy brain for a second, the real March Madness is that wild sensation you feel as the days get warmer and the light jackets come out and the seasonal depression slowly dissipates. People love to say their favorite season is fall, so much so that I think spring is actually underrated.
Spring is short and perfect, full of possibility and devoid of back sweat. Here is a list of some of the best things about spring, the sleeper hit of seasons.
The first time you see someone walking down the street by themselves eating a Mr. Softee cone. Seeing a group of people eating ice cream is fine, but seeing one person alone eating soft serve is the sweetest thing in the world. The little conversation they must’ve had with themselves, “Oh, a Mr. Softee. Should I? I shouldn’t. Actually, ya know what, I think I’d like an ice cream. I’m gonna do it.”
The word “vernal.”
When men start walking into bodegas shirtless. I don’t even mean this in a pervy way! I love that they just spent a lot of time outside and wanted a gatorade or a bag of chips and didn’t feel like putting a shirt back on. We spend like seven months of the year trying to be warm, and the first time you don’t have to worry about that? It’s great, baby. We should all be wearing as few shirts as possible in the warm months.
Getting a spring crush. Everyone knows that summer is the season for being recklessly slutty, but spring is for fostering a cute little crush. Crushes, like spring, are all about possibility. There is no better time for creating a little life with someone in your mind.
When everyone in the world received a “Wanna go to the park?” text and they all said yes so the park is just full of picnic blankets and dogs and people drinking wine in the middle of the day.
Drinking an ice cold bev on someone’s roof and talking about how much fun summer is going to be.
That thing where you’re walking around New York and are suddenly halted by a familiar scent and you think, “No. It couldn’t be,” but then you sniff around and sure enough, there’s a honeysuckle bush! You didn’t think it grew up north! You’re flooded with memories of your childhood! You pull the stem down and taste that little drop of dew and think, “This doesn’t actually taste as good as I remember,” but that doesn’t matter because it’s still a nice experience.
Pulling some grass out of the ground and throwing it at your friend. Some things never get old.