A crisp chill in the air,
Wind rustling the dead branches,
Frozen mud crackling underfoot.
Sun and cloud vie for dominion,
Light and shadow compete for my gaze.
Shivering souls hustle from class to class,
Wrapped and bundled to shut out the cold.
Fireplaces and cocoa arm the students
In their war on winter's encroachment.
Hurrying, finishing, preparing, waiting.
An end in sight.
Those who've grown closer, about to be parted,
Wishing for home, but wanting no goodbyes.
The door is closing, the page turning.
The final approach to the finish line.
The end of another year.
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