The Wind Upon Your Face

Be unencumbered of what troubles you
Arise with grace
And greatly go! the wind upon your face!
- Walt Whitman

This was the quote recited for us at Senior Farewell Liturgy. I don't want to ruin it by trying to explain.

Today was my last day of high school. We graduate in a week. I can't really put into words the feelings jumbled inside of me right now. But I'd like to pause for moment and reflect especially on my friends that have stayed by my side for the past four years.

After school, we retreated to my friend's house about half an hour out of town. 8 girls, together just as our lives are about to change. Emily's house sits on a hill overlooking beautiful Maryland countryside. We sat in the grass of her field together, in a circle, just talking as we have been doing together for the past four years. And I remember when I approached the group, walking towards them across the field, I could see them all illuminated by the setting sun. The sunlight, just before it descended below the hill, was a deep gold. Set against this last moment of sunlight I could see my friends waiting for me as I walked toward them. And I didn't feel sad or nostalgic. I just saw my friends, silhouetted against the sunset, and felt at home.

Soon we will be arising from our circle of friends and going off, the wind upon our faces. But for now we're together.


That was quite deep for a Friday night but I am allowed to be sentimental on the day high school ended.

Now I'm off to my best friend's house probably to do something I will lie to my parents about later. Because that's also part of this summer stretched out before me.


Reading: My senior yearbook and the letters from my classmates
I made it onto the cover of the yearbook, which is mortifying.

Listening: I Feel Home by O.A.R.
So cliched. So Towson. So perfect.