And I will raise my glass to the last first day of life as I know it. I will never forget that sunrise that my sleep deprivation stole from me. Hyped up on bittersweet memories and sweet, bitter caffeine, I welcome the beginning of the end of the only career I've ever known. Even standing with my peers I still feel so alone. The concrete and the cacophony of traffic are my only connections to this surreal reality of my life. Growing up and growing older is a hard thing to do. I grasp the cold metal links as that star paints the sky with color. Another barricade, and the only thing preventing that single, spontaneous leap goodbye. Alas, I'll have to wait for June to utter that final farewell. And I will raise my glass to tradition, to everything that was and to everything that will be. To now. To life. The sun winks at me over the horizon as I walk back, and the little girl inside me yearns to roll down the slope, just like she used to on the grassy knolls of the days I've already left behind.
Author notes
I like writing prose. I'll have to practice at becoming better, however.
This is about Senior Sunrise.. morning of Senior year, the class gathers on the top of the catwalk and watches the sun rise. There's a Senior Sunset, too.. It happens the night before graduation.
Yeah. That's it. Thanks for reading.
Written August 5th, 2005
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