The rain still fell with heavy droplets, blowing cold air to freshen the texture of the atmosphere. Unfortunately, it dirtied my clothes as I hurried back to the bus.
When everyone was already seated, we noticed a slight problem—the bus wouldn't start. They tried operating it for two hours until they decided to call the mechanic. After that, the bus was able to start again, and we could get on the road again. At last, I arrived at 9:40 p.m., tired yet relieved. While on my way, I remembered every moment spent in the hall.
Though I know every end is the beginning of a new journey, the old memories stay alive. They delight my heart with joy and inspiration, reminding me that as much as one chapter may close, the echoes from it have sharply formed the next.