Wednesday, November 23, 2016
There were flowers and and blue skies and the world felt so full of promise on September 23. The semester had just started, I never needed a jacket, and everyone was so excited to be alive and be doing something.
Today the rainy drizzle and the chilly temperatures on a mostly deserted campus made for a melancholy walk with wet shoes and dreams of a warmer time, a time when I was motivated and excited to be here.
Tomorrow there will be stress, inevitable tears, and family fights that seem to go on endlessly.
Let's develop a magical device to take us back to September.