Presently I am sitting in a study room in Taylor's library grading tests and preparing this week's curriculum and lessons. I've positioned myself so that I can look up from my work and catch a glimpse of the world outside through the tall skinny window sitting opposite my table. I have a near perfect view of Wengatz Hall, centered appropriately on the grand entrance facing the heart of campus. To the right there is a small hint of another building. The brick geometrical half-wall separates portions of a garden, iron park benches, and a concrete sidewalk. The new prayer chapel sits just beyond that, the white pillars of which I can barely see. I haven't viewed the prayer chapel from this vantage point before and it catches me off guard occasionally. Having spent a fairly significant time in this particular study room over my time as an undergrad I am not accustomed to a new object on this landscape.
The trees are bare. Fall in Upland came and went fairly quickly. I think I missed the majority of it. The bark is dark from the earlier rains of the day; the branches waver ever so slightly in the breeze. The solid mass of gray clouds travels steadily over the entire scene leaving no evidence of its visit. Despite the melancholy of the sky, the grass brings life to my view. Its color is barely darker than the 'spring green' crayon one could find in Crayola's box of 64, and definitely not nearly as yellow.
I'm eagerly anticipating the snows of winter and the new scenery that will bring. I have my favorite seasons, but how I love the Midwest and the change that it brings each year. :)
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