Today belonged in the middle of winter somewhere. I'm sure its spirit was there, somehow. All day, a low, grey blanket of clouds covered the area, barely letting a wan half-light through.
I woke to little light outside. I drove back in similar dimness. My usual corner of campus was quiet.
I blame the weather.
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Strange that it was actually sunny 'round these parts. If there's bad weather to be had, it's normally had here.
Oh, no. We've got it bad here too. I blame the valley.
This morning's just the same: oppressive low, grey clouds. Mount Nittany's shrouded. Everybody's moving slowly: the most frantic activity coming in was the crows atop the Bryce Jordan Center, jockeying for the best lookout. Though what they're watching? I can't be sure.
Y'know, my first impulse was to try and come up with a funny about what the crows were watching. Then I actually pictured the image. It's a bit beautiful and a bit sad, leastways to my mind, so I think that, for a change, I'll just shut my trap and let the moment stand unmolested.
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