Over and out

This is the end. It's the end of an era. So he pondered on this as he sat at his laptop. 18 months of graft are finally over. Finally. Those cicadas are at it again. He kept his window open though, by now in mid-September there was a calmness to their din, so much different from early August. No noisy delivery bikes tonight! But it was gone 1 am.

It was a novelty to be up so late on a week day. Haven't done this in a while! Rising before the sun had become so familiar, and lets not mention the dark winters. He shuddered at the memory. No more of that thank you! 

He looked at the clock and considered going to bed. It would be good to sleep normally. To sleep through until after the rush hour, rather than be at work before it seemed like the greatest gift in the world. Better not get up too late though, the estate agent might call. 

There was nothing left to do now, not tonight, not in Korea. It was over, he was done. To be free is great, but a new challenge will be along soon. He didn't think too far ahead, why worry. New worries will be along in their own good time.  Just enjoy the days you have left. It's over.