vumania

i am sitting here in the VU like i do most days. sitting on the fifth floor, by the elevators, the table nearest the glass case where all the posters are. im staring out the window, across the street, over the houses, into the bay, and into the soul of bellingham. the sailboats are gliding across the open water, leaving ripple marks and white foam in their wake. the lovers are laying on blankets on any open green patch they can find. the girls are wearing huge glasses and short shorts. guys are on their roofs, not feeling it necessary to don shirts. pet owners have dusted off the leashes and are taking their dogs for a walk. i suppose these are the days that make people grateful to live in such a beautiful place. the days where nature can be taken advantage of in a way that lift spirits and apparently hormonal balances. the days that make people angry that they put off their papers, studying, etc. and are now forced into a room looking out into a weather condition that they can not take part in.
i see the sun, the glasses, the short shorts, the abundance of yet-to-be-tanned skin, the frolicking, the laying on blankets, and i can't wait for the night to show its face, the temperature to cool, and then sun to set. i do not cherish being indoors during such days, i just wish such days would cease to exist, so that i could be outdoors in the weather that i prefer: rain, clouds, and a moderate 55 degree temperature.
today is not that day.