ingrained

There's a simmer in the air and the afternoons are spent alone in galleries, the routine is lonely mid-May and you eventually walk home in the dark.

There's a simmer in the air and the afternoons are spent in amity, the routine is determined mid-May and you eventually, still, walk home in the dark. 

A year makes a difference apparently.  Maybe the third and final one of university will work a charm, starting tomorrow!