Climactic Splashes

“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”

Sara: feminism and more.

I was lucky enough to have a ton of family around for commencement weekend.

Most of them arrived on Saturday afternoon, and the last bunch came on Sunday morning, just in time for the ceremony.