May 25 - The End In Sight

Its 2am and the birds are singing, and outside the ambient light is enough to even host a game of frisbee with my frisbee - navy blue of all colours. Sleeping is hard, and not because it never gets dark enough to validate going to bed, but because at 3.30am the sunlight is forcing itself relentlessly through every possible crevice left by the blinds.It is like that single bee that always manages to seek out and exploit that one hole in the beekeepers otherwise impenetrable suit. So as we sit by the remnants of the fire from the evenings BBQ, playing guitar long into the (pseudo)night,there is little left to do but reflect on the semester that has been, through lack of better words, unforgettable.