the hour of mercy

so. the summer is in full bloom already and i haven't had the chance to embrace it yet. again, i wish the days were longer and i had more time. the funny thing about finals is that they are never really final. still, they seem so important when they arrive, as though there is no worse thing in the world than failing an exam. despite the daily races and everlasting hectic work i'm trying to hold on to my new hakuna matata philosophy. the world is young, the mornings are blushing as brides and it would be a sin to miss it all. also, i'm reading yehuda amichai's selection of poems and enjoying it a lot.