Most evenings, I'm at work til late in Butler Library, inching towards completion of my MA thesis. It's usually dark when I walk back along College Walk. Lined as it is with trees, I usually catch the blinking of one or two fireflies for just the briefest second before they disappear again.
They remind me of nothing so much as a discarded cigarette butt flying through the air.
And there was you thinking I was going to say something romantic and artsy.
On another, completely unrelated note...200 posts! My double-hundred up. Thank you, thank you, I couldn't have done it without you...
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