It's done. It's over. I walked out of the lecture hall, and I was just as happy as any child on the last day of school. I felt like twirling, my arms outstetched, reaching to the sky, calling my gratitude to the great gray sky. But I did not. I walked with the dignity befitting my years.
I came home and made dinner for Tim, a rare thing indeed, and after he left for work, I went out to mow my lawn. You know, when lawn mowing is just another chore you have to get done because you've got a thousand other things to do, it's drudgery, but today, because I was free, because I had time, I took my time, and I enjoyed it, the smell of the grass, the neatly cut lines.
And then I went out, to visit with my old friends, and we sat around a camp fire talking, our words playing out pleasantly, much like the sparks that spun into the night sky.
And now, I will brush my teeth and go to bed, and as I wait for sleep to come, I will read Pat Conroy.
Man~ time with my husband. A freshly mown lawn. Laughing with friends. Watching the flames dance and shimmer in the darkness. Reading a brand new book. Truly, this day was just about perfect.