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  • It strikes me as amazing that seven years after my last year of university, I still feel like summer is a holiday season.

    Even after two summers of intense, round-the-clock working with few breaks and only a handful of days off for vacation, the season itself still feels like a pause -- as if colder months were the norm, and these three months were outliers.

    It may all just be part of an overactive imagination though -- these are the days I could go on a long canoe trip, I could visit the arctic circle -- so much more seems possible. Even when not likely to happen.

    Perhaps this is a result of being in school the majority of my life, which should explain the occasional nightmare about missing exams or forgetting to attend course lectures for weeks.

    Maybe it's just a natural tendency for me to see months when greater outdoor exploration is possible as less restrictive times.

    I guess I'll know for certain on the day the academic nightmares go away.
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