A Cadence

It's a little hard to believe that after six years of university, everything is over. No more tutes, no more study, no more exams. Despite having had two absolutely brilliant nights out, with some of my most favourite and fantabulous friends, it still hasn't quite sunk in. And much more so than jubilation or relief, I feel a certain excitement, almost a quickening within, that the rest of my life is about to begin.

I definitely could not have done it without you, my friends. Thank you.

But in the meantime, I am waiting for my plane to Hong Kong to depart, waiting to graduate, and waiting to enjoy what is likely to be the last mostly carefree holiday period for the foreseeable future.

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Today is St Cecilia's Day, the patron saint of music; so I shall finish with an aria from Handel's Ode for St Cecilia's Day:

But oh! what art can teach,

What human voice can reach

The sacred organ's praise?

Notes inspiring holy love,

Notes that wing their heavenly ways

To mend the choirs above.