Turning the focus onto spring
On the first day of spring, as I pass the cemetery's periphery, I notice a group of crows gathering bunches of mulch and twigs to build a nest. I hear their gargling birdsong and the sound of them trampling through crunchy dry leaves. I then see this text on a headstone: FOREVER REMEMBERED.
The temperature is warmer and I'd rather be spending a slow, idle day outside than within the opaque confines of the university. At uni, time moves fast. Deadlines approach quickly and I'm told things like: "this has no clear direction." It's hard to say what you want to say succinctly, although I think that skill comes eventually with time and maturity: time's the key.
