Sunshine and ice cream.

The day was full of sunshine and ice cream, like so many of them lately. Perfecting the fine art of doing nothing. Jo, Barb and I had dinner with some friends from residence. It's always good to see them, despite the fact that I rarely exerted myself to do so. So much of my first eight months of university, when it was the scariest, are wrapped up in these people.

What is it about saying goodbye to Guelph and everyone in it that makes me want to wax poetic? Too much book learnin'? Mayhap. However, I generally can't make momentous statements with any sort of clarity and I can't properly express the impulse that makes me want to say these things. So I will refrain.

This picture will have to do.