I'm in the library analysing citation. Outside the sky is growing dark and the clouds are moving in. I can see the trees dark outside the window (I always sit on the window side of the building, even if it means waiting a while.)
Mainly what caught my attention is the line of 'airplane cloud,' as I used to consider them as a child, that looks like a vertical line of sunset just beside my monitor. It caught my breath for a moment, though I'm not entirely sure why.
I can't believe that soon enough - sleep-prolonged blink of an eye, really, in a lifetime - I'll be heading home on my own vertical sunset. (I remember Gregegg once asked the others in my Providence-American household, "Isn't there some rainbow she can slide down to get to us?!" or something of that sort.)
Four months. Four-and-some months, so a bit more than the passing of a season. Then I won't be an active institutional student, just a Student of the Universe (though I'll still be paying like an institutional student, of course *groan*). Wow.
I'm getting ahead of myself, of course, given that it's 6.20pm on a day-before-deadline day of university amidst the real deadline weeks. Still, nice to remember. It'll be bittersweet to say goodbye.♥
"No longer forward nor behind I look in hope and fear; but grateful take the good I find, the best of now and here."
[John G. Whittier]