June brings a touch of sadness. I met new friends during the courses; we shared laughter and stories, building bonds that felt unbreakable at the time. But we parted ways when they ended, and most of us may never meet again.
The scent of fresh-cut grass and the vibrant colors of summer blooms remind me of our time together. Reflecting on those moments, I treasure the lessons we learned and the dreams we shared. The end-of-class parties, filled with the warmth of smiles and the sound of joyful chatter, now evoke a bittersweet mix of joy and loss. I can still hear our laughter and feel the gentle hugs goodbye.
I hope our paths cross again someday. This summer, I plan to take a break for a spell, embracing the beauty of nature and listening to the rustle of leaves, before restarting my courses in the fall, carrying these cherished memories with me.
Pink clover tufts sway
Rustling in the verdant field
Echoes of partings
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