The time had finally arrived for me to, once again, make my way across the country, though this time I found myself both happy, returning home to reunite with family members, and sad, parting ways with newly made friends.
The last official day of California Summer Music was the Sunday following the Composition Seminar Premier Concert, though all students where permitted to stay an additional day to prepare for departure travels. The school required that all students be vacant from their dormitories by that Monday evening. I was unaware of such a detail when making travel arrangements and the women from the Friend's of the Cleveland School of the Arts had scheduled for me to leave at 4 am that Monday morning, making me the first student to leave California Summer Music. The tall man with the black sunglasses, who had picked me up, agreed to drive me to the same intersection where I would, once again, catch the glossy black tour bus which would then drop me off at the San Francisco International Airport.
The tall man with the black sunglasses, though not wearing them for this particular transport, helped me load my luggage into the white van while I quickly tried to soak in every last detail of the campus grounds before I eventually pulled the van door closed behind myself.
The ride was completely quiet until the tall man with the black sunglasses, surprisingly, diverted from the main road. Within a matter of minutes I found myself facing a crest active oceanfront stretching to meet a starlit blackened horizon. He parked the van perpendicular to a string of worn wooden docks encouraging me to admire the beauty of the starlit sky. Such an experience made for a bittersweet parting with a part of the country that I have not since returned, though I am hopeful that future endeavors may, once again, lead me to revisit such a significant part of my musical history.
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