As the month of April goes by with spring attached to its feet, I inhale fairy tale illustrations and exhale catnaps when coco, the cat yawns during afternoons. I spend seldom evenings on my dorm room desk and I earn seldom shivers in the library when the air conditioner blows on my face, I read feminist scholarship and colonial discourse with a cup of filter coffee. Sometimes in evenings the sky paints itself in strokes of bi colors to make me smile, it says hihi you are so big but the dendrochronology of trees colors me insignificant, they say hello hello you are so small. I doodled the lyrics of my favorite song on my whiteboard on the night I had a breakdown, left my shoes in the street so you'd carry me through a breakdown. Hope is a heavy earring and I dropped it. Today, a kind senior who wants to pursue horse psychology took my candid as I took a candid of the sun. I saved her contact with the sun emoji and told her love is stored in sunsets. The sun, the sun loves twirling by the window during the golden hour in the common room, sprinkling glitter on my ballpoint messy math notes of set theory. Perhaps the science textbook forgot to tell me that the sun moonlights as a glitter pen on days when you need a sparkle in your life. In uni, my to-do list is an infinite while loop but I store the joy of learning in a mushroom house of child-eyed fascination. So, most days, I live my life one sunset at a time and some days, I check off my to-do list but everyday, I wonder when spring will get tired and remove its shoes to wear slippers made of scrunchy leaves. Does spring get tired? I hope it does, because I can almost inhale the rain and I can almost exhale Maa's vegetable soup. Hope is a heavy earring, I dropped it but I picked it up again.