I broke my favorite cup this morning by accident.    It fell while I was trying to wash it at work. 

Oh cup, I spent 15+ hrs painting you by hand.  The earthy tones of chocolate brown, emerald green, and daisy yellow were so soothing to my eye and spirit.  Rest in peace, although another will have to replace you, none will truly take your place.

It's soothing to sit in silence right now.  The only sound heard is the hum of the overhead lights, the click-clack of fingers striking the keyboard, and my voice dictating these thoughts inside my head. 

Down here in the basement of the library, spring ceases to be a distraction and temptation.  The air is cool and still.  My allergies and wandering thoughts are kept in check.

Crazy enough, this is my last week of classes *EVER* on this campus.  The reality of it still hasn't sunk in entirely, for I am like a runner concentrated on the gray pavement that lies only a few strides ahead.  In my mind's eye, everything beyond the imaginary finish line is blank, black.  Only until I burst through the ribbon will everything sink in and life restarts in a jolting burst.

Almost there.