The rain is falling.
The last streams of alcohol from an afternoon/evening of drinking are leaving my system. Coming down from it in its own way.
Acceptance by those who should not be my peirs. Graduate students. Why did I go? Because I wanted to. I like them, and I like them even more now.
Looking forwards to next semester. A weeks worth of paperwork for Honors Thesis stuff before my advisor leaves the country. Then Limbo.
Always Limbo.
Waiting for it to come to term. Waiting for the fruit of the seeds I have planted to ripen. Waiting. Limbo. Eternity.
So short a time! So much to do! So little time, so little time left as an undergrad - a year. Left. Left behind?
So many people I know moving on. So many things I have touched moving on. Outgrowing me.
Have I outgrown them? Or am I a husk, the cicada skin on the tree, left behind?
Left behind?
Leaving behind?
Does it matter, any more?