Windy spring day

Today I went Horsenden Hill with my friend. It was really fun.

It was a windy day. I was in Specsavers at around 9:00 doing some maths revision - I felt compelled to take maths with me. BBC news was on. It was sort of sentimental.  BBC news and I used to have a really strong relationship. I would wake up, switch the TV straight to BBC news and it would fill me in. Those were the days Susanna Reid presented it and when the downstairs TV still worked.

When the TV broke, BBC and me no longer interacted. But seeing it today, after this long while, just rekindled those old feelings. Hahaha. Anyway, BBC news said it would be a chilly morning and that the rest of the day would be dry and that it would reach 11 degrees. I am guessing that that is an exaggeration, bordering on lie. Well, it was chilly, but you cannot exactly call the today dry. The air was so close to the point of tears. You could feel the tears brewing but they were not ready to come.

So yeah, it was cold.

I had an interesting conversation with my friend. She asked me how being a pushover works. It is about feeling guilty over things that you other people may not even consider and blaming yourself and perhaps, accepting too much responsibility. I asked her how procrastination works - it is about pushing aside tasks because up until the last minute, there is still 'plenty of time.'

It only took 30 minutes to climb up and down the hill. There were lots of stairs. I love that it is literally a hill, concaved with bushes and trees with muddy tracks. Then, the next thing is, there are literally stairs carved in. That's so cool. :)

One thing I love about being around Bob is that if there is silence, it rests gently, not awkwardly. It is not like, what am I going to say next? Or wow, I have exhausted my use of words.


I love spring. Despite it being cold. I like daffodils. They are what make spring great. I remember, last year before school. Bob and I met up early before school and went near the motor way to cut daffodils. It was my friend's birthday and the gesture seemed appropiate because daffodils are a symbolism of hope, and her name Nadia, means hope too.

I measure spring based on daffodils. It starts when the daffodils in the grass in near the motorway begins to grow and ends when they have died. :) But, yeah. It is hope of warmth after the dreary winter, and even like in cold days, like today, spring is so awesome :)