Tomorrow I attend the final lecture of the fall term. Monday the major assignment is due. By Wednesday, the small econometrics report will be finished. Christmas break starts Thursday.
I'd love to describe what the last 3 months have been like. And words don't fail me to describe the various new experiences, insights, friends, reflections, and desires that have grown in this time. It would be easy to write a "snapshot." Place a short caption on the back-- Growing Up 9/06-12/06 -- move on.
But I'm not going to do that.
The chalk cliffs of Dover are no secret. In the harbour below is one end of the world's busiest ferry service. Immortalized in song and film, by the rendering of artists and digital cameras alike, one way or another, the world has seen their striking beauty. Snap the picture, move on. Beyond the pure white limestone flecked with flint is an austere subtlety. For within the pretty face, these cliffs are endowed with character and silent strength. You just know. A caption is insult to the manifested grace.
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