Freezing winds dominate the late-March Pennsylvania, leaving me no sense of spring. The sun once again appears in the blue sky, giving summer an early candidacy. Grass in the quad seemingly turns greener than in winter, making me believe at least there is spring here.

I confirmed that I was talking about spring from the weather report of Google. Forecast says the average temperature for the coming days will stay above 0 degree, which can possibly be as high as 15. As a result, I decide to put away my coats that I have been wearing for the entire winter, and continue to wear jeans that I have been wearing for eight months.

Yesterday, one of my friend and I found there won’t be too long before summer comes. The rest seven weeks are supposed to be a flash; I have no doubt about that. My friend once told me the time filled with happiness always flies, but it takes a lot to recollect every piece of it; however, boring days walk slowly, but you cannot find anything when looking back on the path. I suddenly realized what has filled in my life mentally is all about memory, besides those physical routines, study, and the hopelessness of future. Perhaps I just had a fast high-school time, full of happiness. But the reality is just an ironical counterpart.

I believe spring does not last long, just like fall of transient beautifulness. Summer is around the corner. It has nearly been a circle of seasons for me to experience at here, which is more like cold winter if more accurately put. For the first time I long for spring so desperately. Freezing wind does not blow apart my body; it is the subtropical monsoon that occupies every inch of my skin and I just cannot wipe it away.

Memories are kept in the brain; no matter it is of human or computer. A rational man, therefore, is never supposed to hide himself in his shell. Not long ago I realized I prefer moving things, no matter it is a game like racecar, or a lifestyle like sailing. I can never imagine myself locked down at a certain place for too long, hoping to have fresh experiences. In this regard, high school would just be an exemption, perhaps for its perfection and abundant containment of hope.

Spring is temporary, but with hope. I won’t find coldness in the faint spring anymore because I just discovered its philosophy in this long winter. In “The Shawshank’s Redemption”, Andy says:”Hope is a good thing.” I believe it is memory that grants me the power; it is you, my beloved friends.

Hope is not something you can afford to lose.