Lasts

When you know you are leaving you are shrouded in lasts.

Last crepe.

Last time at the office.

Last time out with your friends.

Difficulty is distracting the portion of consciousness that insists upon, at minimum, a small awareness of this fact. Further, the commotion of seeing people and doing things before you go hinders the process of diversion.

The days rapidly expire when you are constantly trying to do something just one more (last) time. The more occupied, the less you realize seconds, minutes, and hours counting down. Out of nowhere the clock strikes midnight.

Time up.  Pencils down.  Turn in your exam.

But better to enjoy the moment than notice the mere fact it is passing. Simply put, the last few weeks were spectacular. Words of gratitude are not enough for those that made them this way.


I will miss you all my friends, and I miss you because the times were good.