Passing Thoughts

Okay, so I lied, I didn't get a chance to post last night. So to make up for that, I'll do two posts right now. One, a writing from Tuesday, and three, a post for today.

I'm surrounded by freedom and the air is sweet. It rained earlier today and I am greatly enjoying the sun through the clouds. It's rays are muted and yet they still lend light to this bustling campus. Voices are overheard, snippets of conversation that leaves the unintentional eavesdropper with an urgent sense of curiosity to learn more. People laugh and joke among themselves as cars weave around groups on their way to class, to eat, to study, or to sleep.

The breeze is cool and damp against my bare shoulders but it recedes, so I don't reach for my jacked. Instead, I continue to listen and to watch. The train, a few hundred feet away from where I'm sitting, creates a steady hum as it moves over the tracks, pierced every now and then by the train's whistle. It's barely four o'clock back home and already the crickets are out in full chorus. Yesterday my roommate captured a cricket that was in our room and set it free outside.

I hear car doors shut, doors to dorms slam, the grinding crunch of skateboard wheels and the hollow sound of the piece of wood that they're attached to echo across the steady din. I feel the thrum of a car engines as they passes underneath where I sit and I hear the cars as their tires crunch over gravel two stories below.

Everything is a rich and vibrant shade of green here, everywhere you look it's green. In some of the trees, you can already begin to see the beginnings of fall. Gorgeous greens take on a sickly yellow-green hue and in some cases, some have already started turning orange and red. I can't wait for the fall here. I have a feeling that it will be magnificent. To think, people pay a lot of money to see the changing of the leaves in Gatlinburg and I get a show right here on campus...