jlenno30

It is ironic that my morning commute be so calm. My picturesque walk
starts through a long, sunny field, crosses a street and leads me across
the quadrangles of campus. My favorite are those when the morning due
individually freezes each blade of grass. My steps are somewhat of a
symphony of crackles that fail to echo with the absence of walls. When
reaching the noisy street, I turn and trace my crooked path, etched out in
ice, and take solace in knowing that it will slowly fade as the sun rises.
Such a peaceful walk often makes it difficult for me to stop at the
office. I am often tempted to allow it to continue, and maybe one day I
will...