Sunday, 18 June 2017
Watching the Sun Set
The university year is coming to an end.
We've meandered along, knowing that time was passing, but not realising the quickness of its progress. With days rolling into one another, I felt I would always be here. But summer has come and with it the end of the year.
The end became clear as my friends started to leave. They all have homes to go to over the summer. Some a mere hour away from Plymouth, but like me, others are further afield. Train journeys with time for naps and even planes to negotiate.
As people left we became reflective. Seeking out the moments that would stay with us from the past year. Mulling over them as if sharing them would ingrain the memory onto our brain, where we could keep it forever. The sharing of moments highlighted the amazing year we had and made everyone want to cling on tighter. To stay a few more days. But the days kept powering on and before long I was giving last goodbyes. Eating last meals together and hugging for that second longer than I would usually.
The trickle of leavers started, but it wasn't until I found myself with only one more night until I was alone in the flat that it came into sharp focus.
My last flatmate and one night left.
With that night we were spontaneous. We walked and chatted. We ate a large portion of chips, whilst sitting watching the many boats out to sea. The sun scorched, reminding us of the imminence of summer. As we were suitably full and the sea breeze started to chill, we wandered into a bar.
We admired the beautiful people, who were dressed up ready for a night out. Dressed to impress. The happy, laughing atmosphere reflective of our year. The year hadn't all been smiles, but the end of the year was a cause for celebration. I had met so many amazing people and experienced lots of new and exciting things.
With a cocktail in hand, we started wondering and making up stories for the people around us. The two ladies, who were very well turned out, sharing a bottle of champers from an ice bucket. The guy sat waiting for his date. His knee involuntarily tapping, showing his nervousness. The cackling group of ladies in the corner. Displays of happiness and closeness clearly visible. And the guy who persisted on his mission to throw a ball of paper into a glass the other end of the group table and finally ran a lap of the bar in honour of his success.
As the music got louder and the singing started we took our leave. Out into the still, warm air just as the sky was turning a deep, blush pink. We picked our way across rocks and down to the water's edge. We sat, curled in our togetherness, watching the sun as it set. The colours caressing the barely perseptable waves so that the sea was gilded with the sun's last light. Everything was still as we looked out to sea. Both of us quiet, drinking in the moment.
That moment will forever be the end of first year. The sun setting, the full stop to the year. The happiness and bustle of the bar in complete contrast to the calm of looking out to sea, but both reminiscent of the experiences I have had at university.