I know it feels a bit strange to choose May 30th as the very first day of my summer. Still, I’d like to talk a bit more about that day…
After the dreadful Physics final exam, I spent the rest of the day with a friend that I’ve known and cherished for the longest time. This is the kind of relationship that ages well. Actually, the only plan on that day was to watch the debut release of MI8. But here comes the craziest part, which I think we both laugh about: we spent two hours at Starbucks and another four over dinner. I don’t even know how it happens, but whenever we’re together, the conversation simply never ends.
That evening itself was also beautiful. I don’t know how to describe it, but I think that evening can represent my ideal vision of summer.