It's just how things were meant to be.

I'm dancing around my kitchen listening to the radio and cooking a dinner fit for a king (or a student). Life is good.... until the radio host announces that we're expecting flurries on Friday! Now I don't know who "we" is but speaking for myself, I am not expecting flurries at all!
"Hey Flurries! Don't come round my backdoor!"
Suddenly the ghosts of summers past, flash into my mind's eye as I scramble to hold on to what little memories I have left. I'm taken back to the sweet days of me at Seventeen: working to shop,Flying High and Chasing the sunrise.

(Next summer equals massive amounts of loafers and calf socks, But until then. Bundle up)