senior doors (part 1): one last springtime symphony


As my senior year draws to a graceful close, so do many of the doors in my life, giving way to the opening of new paths. It is a beautiful time of transition for me, and with each door closed, a window is opened in my heart, allowing the aroma of sweet memories to waft into the rooms of my soul. 
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May celebrated a beautiful close to this bit of my musical journey with the anthem of one last springtime symphony. 



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