Smitten with Spring
This morning I took the bus across campus to the public library downtown. After returning/getting books, I looked around for a bus going back to the music school, but thought better of it and started walking. I past the west gates and through the "rape forest" (it's pretty scary at night), past some statues of naked children who had been shoddily clothed in tightie whities by what may have been drunken frat boys, past several Gothic revival-style buildings of disciplines I have never heard of, an occaisional paper snowflake or static cling breaking the monotony of the windowpanes. The sun wasn't yet high in the sky, its slanted shafts warming the ground and making the now-melted frost sparkle. I saw patches of daffodils and violets and petunias, buds on trees, birds, squirrels. The crisp air flushed my cheeks, blew strands of hair in my face, cooled my neck and hands. I felt excited and full of energy. I felt giddy, like a twitterpated dope. I was smitten.
written by Ruthie @ 1:06 PM  
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Name: Ruthie
Home: Japan
About Me: I want to know who God is and what his truth is. I love getting lost in beautiful music and cloudless star-filled skies, especially in the fall. I hate being bored. I like big cities. I want to travel the world.
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