You have to grow accustomed to the impermanence of it all.
The home you called your own for eight months and the time you shared with the closest of friends vanishes before you can even take a second glance. The class material you thought was difficult in the beginning grew and evolved into an array of new information, more complex and intricate than it was before. The weeks pass by so quickly, too quickly it seems.
You can't leave past feelings lingering around. Everything is relative to time.
And the relationships you have with your potential lovers are fleeting. As transitorily resting as a fawn being chased by a wolf. As ephemeral as the flicking light that blinks beside your windowpane before dusk, right as the sun sinks low beyond the far horizon and the wind picks you up and moves you along into the shadowy night.
Everything moves slow at first, like this summer. I have only been off for one week or so, yet I know the next time I think and look back, it will be the middle of August and things will be very, very different.
