Tasting the End

It came at the end of another class, I got a taste of how life seems to enfold for me. It's been a long time of continuing to plug away at whatever I'm currently doing. A final rush as I tried to make sure everything worked out well. Move a line a little to the left to make the work look good. Cut a little paper, glue a little bit together, and set thing out to be seen.

Then look at all the work that others have done. See just something I like and other things I'd like to tweak just a tad if only they were mine, and still others that make me gag. We discuss things as a class and then turn it all in to be graded. But this wasn't the important part of the day. It was the prelude to the best part of the day.

More than a little tired a friend of mine sits in a chair her head resting on her arm just glad to be done with it all and we talk about this and that while we watch as everyone unwinds from the work we've accomplished. I remember how much that everything I've done in this class even though it might rightfully be called mine is a product of everyone around me.

And then she takes a moment and asks if I want to go and grab a bite to eat, she knows that I'm graduating and this will be the last time we see each other for perhaps a long time. It's not like this will be the last that we'll know of each other in this internet connected age, but here's the signal that it's time to move on and we decide that we want to let the moment to linger on just as much as we can. We stay in the classroom that previously we couldn't wait to get out of, and then complete a few mundane tasks about campus, (she's still got some schooling to do) registration and the like then off to a small resturant.

I try a Hawaiian dish that I've not had before, It's ok and Christmas songs play in the background:
"You better be good for goodness sake"

We talk about the future. When nobody knows the future and there isn't a good guide in the present people get a little anxious. But life is resilient and its not the first time that this has happened for any of us. We make a plan and hope that circumstances will conspire to work with us and make us sucessful. But eventually the meal ends and it's time to say goodbye. I walk back to the parking garage with her, It seems the right thing to do even though I've passed my bike a ways back, a quick hug and then goodbye.

And that's all.
Nothing life shaking no worries.
Sometimes a moment just needs to be crystallized and this is my way of doing that.