The semester is over. I took my last exam earlier this evening. Walking out of the library and into the white of falling snow I thought of CS Lewis’s wardrobe, he walks his main character through a musk filled web of forgotten cloaks, as she disembarks from the wardrobes end she finds herself in a winters wonderland, only this is not familiar snow; her feet tread softly, forward, onto a blanket of white she embarks, an unseen world awaits for her.
In comparison, I thought to myself, school is my wardrobe. And when I find myself at my own wardrobes end, what might I find awaiting me?
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