ever dreamt of sitting on a waning moon, looking over the sapphirine sky..

or holding on a dandelion seed, gliding cross a verdured field..

 

dreams are never too beautiful, and with the summer to come, they will be dressed in green and blue, companied with cicada solo and cricket symphonies.

 

As for me, another school year has almost finished.

I will have to say goodbye to the little tree grow in front of my window. It remind me of the tree grow in the courtyard of William Carry, in front of Flat 9's kitchen, same small leaves, same green.

 

Then I'll move into a house with Jenny, Thanh, Stalla and Ana, a house we all dreamt of, a little place of our own, a happy place to start another good year.

 

As for Northampton, boys have all found themselves places to settle for next year, girls too.

 

Another four seasons gone by, just realized I've been spending most of my time missing another town and people and things going on over there. As life in Manchester, to be fair, has been left uncultivated.

Even so, God's providence has been generous. When I was in need, he provided opportunity. When I was lonely, he provided friendship. And the most important of all, he's been fondly to my dear friends who were in need, carried them in difficult times.

 

I like to end years in summer, not only because that's the end of each academic year, also for that's the best time of the year, the most lovable season of all, full of colors and dreams, relaxing and enchanting.

 

...one lazy summer day, laying on the grass, enjoying the after-meal tea with friends. That's the summer to come.