Wednesday, May 31, 2006

I love the smell of a campus in the summer. It smells like...victory.

A campus in the summer has the luxurious feel of lively relaxation. There's still people around with things to do, but the pace is slow and quiet.

1 comment:

  1. perhaps it smells of permanence and stability or impermanence and instability? Hey, wait a consarned minute! Little Luke, bring me my corn-cob pipe. Where has that little puke gotten off to? Pepina, Pepina! Gol' darn crazy ranch hand, he's probly off rollin with Conchita again. Hm, ah Conchita! YES! Dangit! YES, YES, YES! Wait a minute, this ain't no campus.