We Sang Dirges in the Dark

After the Farewell dance, there was much crying and sobbing. Some tears of joy, others tears of sadness, and some a rare mixture of both. I was talking my final walk from Foy back to Ryan in the dead of night. I walked slowly to soak it all in. Then I heard Angie sobbing. She signaled for me to come over. So I did. Her sobbing eventually subsided, but then she saw a group of her friends crying and there she went again. Whether the students were crying out of joy or sadness, it all added up to one thing, A great summer, spent in a great place, with great people. The mood after the dances were usually ecstatic, but that night it was a night of solemn rememberance. Not honoring a fallen soilder or anything like that, but remembering the day that the music died.
Kingston