Goodbye Yale!

There is nothing more fitting nor more glorious than six inches of snow on the last day of term.  No sooner were exams finished and essays submitted than the snowflakes began to fall.  People were outside, tobogganing down the hill, building snowmen and generally having fun.

I have now enjoyed Yale in almost every season.  From the intense heat of the Indian summer in September, through the magnificent colours of the Fall, to now the snowy depths of winter.  Perhaps one day I shall come back in the spring!