The night is far spent... The day is at hand.

Surely you've experienced it in some way before... one season is changing into another and you begin to classify things into 'lasts.' "This is the last time I'll go here... this is the last time I'll sleep in this bed... eat breakfast in this kitchen... run along this path..." Today has been a day of lasts, and while I am grateful to be returning home, I am bummed to leave.

...The last midnight at this desk :)