Setting off across dewy grass. Watching the mist rise up from Lake Waban. The snap of a stick on the path. Seeing the path change through the seasons, with colors in the fall, slippery frost in the winter, and buds of growth in the spring. Coming full circle, arriving back on campus, ready to start the day surrounded by strong, intelligent, funny women. Thinking, "I love this place."
Running around Lake Waban in the pre-dawn grey.