I will sit and wait for you in Med Sci by the large windows, as we wait for warmer weather, so that we can walk around King’s College Circle like it’s fall. I’m still waiting for the rest of the snow to soak into the grass, as spring is supposedly here. We can cheer that we are halfway there, about to finish second year, though neither of us has much of a plan for what to do after. Though maybe we have time to figure it out, as everyone says, or maybe we don’t. Through the windows, I can see the trees start to turn back to green through small sprouts, as to remind us that time waits for no one.

               When you walk through the door, you spin your head about till we spot each other. We both break into smiles and wave. In the first year, we saw each other nearly every day, both living on campus, now we see each other a few times a week, or sometimes once a week — hopefully never less than that — as deadlines pile and timetables conflict. Still now you drop your heavy backpack to the floor and wrap your chair in your winter coat to keep it warm. We talk of a dozen things that I can’t quite remember, never sticking to one topic, but if you asked me a question about you, I feel that I would know the answers. Still, from time to time — and honestly, frequently — we speak while looking out the windows as we dread the distance that we have to walk to reach our next class.

               Still, we pause, praise that the weather is turning for good, then pause again. You turn to me to say,

“Can you believe the year is almost over?”

Not really, no, but, “Yeah, it went by fast.”

               We sit there looking at each other for a moment as I think that perhaps you share the sentiment. Sometimes when I’m walking about, I can still feel the autumn air fill my lungs with a sweet decay and the summer sun of last year warm my skin through windows. Perhaps my brain is lagging behind, perhaps I will feel winter’s frost burning my nose in the summer. As I try to hold on to some time that is running past, the start of the year feels like a dream, both distant and just yesterday.

               Still, when we look out the window and see green starting to sprout about, we can’t help but smile, even if our smiles have some doubt. We made it to spring; we told each other we would keep in contact in the summer. When we are back in the fall, it will be like time hasn’t changed at all, and we will have a little more time till we’ve got graduation caps on our heads. But it will be a while till then, so let’s enjoy the short time we have now.