As everyone tossed their graduation caps in the air I looked up to see a sea of royal blue come hurling down around me. I was still clutching my cap and had yet to throw it upwards because I was struck with some unshakable and heady feeling I couldn’t put a name to. Then about half a second later I threw up my graduation cap and it was as if time had been suspended and my hat floated up there just long enough for me to realize what the feeling was. It was the complex fear of growing up mixed with the giddy uncertainty of what the future held. I gave everyone around me some kind of last look like they were about to evaporate into the ether of the real world. Some of them I would see again in sparse surprising ways and others really would just blend into some kind of vapor and disappear after that.
Sarah Padgett is a lifelong writer hailing from Texas but currently living in Michigan.
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