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Tuesday, May 04, 2004
And Now for Something Completely Different
I'd like to take a break from my usual discussion in order to describe this morning.I walked out of the dorm into a mist: white lace draped over the hill, too thick to see across campus. The sun was a golden light buried in the west, casting a glow across the sparse trees outside the cafeteria. The tall trees over the fence were grey silhouette on white.
When you are on an airplane dropping through the cloud layer, looking out the windows, there is a white that defies distance. Foggy mornings here, this white hangs over the hill, and the campus is nothing but a small wing in the corner of your window view. The ground is solid below your feet, but a small part of you in some corner knows that you are outside the airplane.
The mist is cold; but infinite
