I think spending most of the past 3 years at college in Colorado has made me dependent on sunshine, completely slave to its connotations of optimism and happiness. Regardless of the fact that my fair shoulders are still sporting sunburn lines from 2 months ago, I am itching for the impending (hopefully soon) days where I will require more SPF than the 15 included in my still-too-dark-for-me tinted moisturizer. Month of May, I’m counting on you.
Alas, hurumph. Seeing as the past week has looked like this at school…
And this at my grandparent’s cabin, where I stayed for Easter:
A few peeks of sunshine here and there, but no consistent beacons of light from the heavens. Being Easter weekend and all, I was craving warm weather like my Christian upbringing should have taught me to crave the coming of Jesus. Too far? Ok.
Thank God for the arrival of my mom and sister, who nourished me with good food!
(The x’s on her hands add to her naive charm, no?)
The sun did come out sometimes, and those times seemed to call for a beverage with rice milk. Funny how that happens!
What are your thoughts on…
Until last week, when this precipitation marathon commenced, it had rained all of 3 times that semester, and I had loved that. There’s only so much tea-sipping and novel-reading I can do before I get antsy.
Milk in your coffee?
I usually roll with soy, but I like to switch it up and get other alternatives when they’re offered. I still need to try hemp milk!