Walk With Me Along One Life Thread

I have been going to school at Washington State University Vancouver for three years now. It has become my home away from home, a sanctuary from the storm outside, and a place highly responsible for unleashing my true self. I have always felt it is a beautiful campus. So for the next six weeks, leading up to my pending graduation, I’d introduce you to some of the little things I notice.

The Library stands atop a hill; the view outside its windows has been a constant companion as I immersed myself in books and projects, the comfort of nature’s touch just outside. Today, I am standing in that view, looking back.

From down here I encounter little details on big rocks; details not visible from my usual perch. A colony of moss for instance, living out its entire lifecycle without notice; that is except for the wandering eye of a student who has shirked other responsibilities in favor of a stroll.

A bit further on and one happens upon one of many original sculptures that dot the landscape. This one is worked in bronze and copper; a patina forms across the artist’s intent; the viewer’s eye meant to flutter across the rendered figures while contemplating their meaning.

Patterns and themes emerge from closer inspection.

Explicit exhortations provide convenient conclusions to the day’s dalliance.