Day 4,397—Unbelievable—
It is hard to accept that time slips away, and things end, leaving a bittersweet ache. Here we are again. This is my official last week of classes, but strangely, nothing is due. Only three weeks of school remain, and even fewer days with students—each day growing more fleeting. Soon it will be summer, and memories of last summer tug at me. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good in its own way. I remember trips with a sense of longing, and the warmth of hours spent at the pool with my daughter. I also remember juggling one or two classes, and now a nostalgic uncertainty over how many there were. Thinking about fantasy books and my desire to relax, I realize I want to savor these final weeks instead of willing them away. This morning’s run took me on a new path, offering fleeting moments—like glimpses of construction and a distant train—mirroring how quickly time slips by. I ran to Blackburn again and saw someone sleeping under the pavilion. It made me wonder...
