leaflets start sprouting from bare branches
when the tree that was still bald a few days ago is now thick with foliage
when the daffodils adorned rivercourt, and the angmohs sit under the two-0'clock afternoon sun outside cafe uno reading papers through their sunglasses
when the tourists start streaming to the river to go punting again, and when camb is generally lively with students lazing on the grass wating for term to end
and
when the sun rises at 6 in the morning, which means i have been waking up before 5 regardless of what time i sleep the night before ( i think my pineal gland is hypersensitive to blue light...)
when i still have the spring in my step despite the lack of sleep
when i am just filled with this inexplicable sense of well-being
when i realised that lent term is over.
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