The first snow of the season falls on my last day of college classes. Yesterday, there was a thunderstorm that visited briefly. It had all the dramatics of hail and lightning, but left with the usual Rochester spittle. It's funny how weather can represent feelings (or perhaps it just affects them).
All that remains is the shuffling of paperwork and exams. Following that ... a bit of planned unknown.
Come the new year, my life starts in Boston.
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