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why is it...
Oct. 21st, 2006 08:25 pmwhy is it...
that walking the campus tends to quite the cacophony of voices in my head?
soothes the storm, defuses the ticking bomb of rampant anxiety...
why is it...
that I can walk the campus, lost in thought, across the commons, up, across, then down one bridge, across, then up and down another bridge, pausing momentarily to watch a fountain, here, there, then onwards, sometimes to stop at the library, or one of the computer labs... I look at the windows of professors and friends that are now TA's to see if their pale yellow lights tells me they are home...
there is comfort in a walk in the brisk, cooling autumn air. The wind stripping the leaves from the trees. The crunch of acorns under your feet.... there is a sense that this is right..
there are only a few places where that I can find such quite in my head, my heart, my soul......
why....
that walking the campus tends to quite the cacophony of voices in my head?
soothes the storm, defuses the ticking bomb of rampant anxiety...
why is it...
that I can walk the campus, lost in thought, across the commons, up, across, then down one bridge, across, then up and down another bridge, pausing momentarily to watch a fountain, here, there, then onwards, sometimes to stop at the library, or one of the computer labs... I look at the windows of professors and friends that are now TA's to see if their pale yellow lights tells me they are home...
there is comfort in a walk in the brisk, cooling autumn air. The wind stripping the leaves from the trees. The crunch of acorns under your feet.... there is a sense that this is right..
there are only a few places where that I can find such quite in my head, my heart, my soul......
why....