springy

I want my spring to be spring. I'm tired of digging through books and papers. I want to go outside and I want to go out, I want to run away and I want to shop, shop, shop. I wish for lazy days on my balcony, sipping cocoa, listening to rejuvenating music and maybe reading an interesting, fun book for a change, not some "Colloquial Chinese". And then, after I've had a good rest, I want to devote myself to making things. There. That's my rainy-day's fantasy.