The End

It's a bitter sweet emotion when you realize that something is really coming to an end before the end is clearly visible on the horizon.

The breeze is getting chilly during the days, evenings become cold. It's still sunny, the sky is high and pure blue, grass, trees are still green, birds are still happily chirp away on the branches but the first breaths of fall are upon us.

It is a warm feeling to look outside the window and see summer, be shrouded by the sudden light breeze of the fall evening. It draws up a smile, rooted deep down in your soul.

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Polymorphism

Professor: So you take D and you chop off the D-ness, and what you've got left is the B-ness.
Anton: You should've called it a P.

River

Standing on the edge. Chill wind in your face and a stream beneath your feet. One step and you're taken over by the waves. Waves carrying the blinding bits of light on their tips. And the sound, the sound of it all, hurried by the wind, surrounds you, takes over you and fills you from tip to every toe. It brings fear mixed with fascination, with a distant thought of how small you are and yet how integral of a part you are of this whole. Makes you wonder, is this how love would be? (the real love, for how real our love can be in the world where most of our feelings are expressed through organized lighting?) Would it take you over just like this stream beneath your feet? You can see the other side of it and yet you feel that this sight ahead of you is so much bigger than you! Wave after wave, bits of light blinding the eye, mesmerizing, almost magical.

A provincial highway.