these really are strange times. three hundred square feet and three windows to myself in a dorm so small there's only one women's restroom in the whole building. not to mention the fact that the walls are adorned with crazy hippie paintings, relics of the school year's art and music students. my room is in one of the old frat houses, and the wooden paneling just screams logan hunter. bookshelves line all four walls, and i feel like--with the amount of books i've managed to gather during the past two years here--i could somewhat transform this space into the beauty and the beast library, evey bookworm's fantasy.
the grounds flanking the pond are positively alive. dandelions are scattered all over the place, and the willows with their dangling, bower-creating branches have finally returned! a bride and a groom wandered over to the banks with their photographer today, and i can't imagine wedding pictures more beautiful. weirdly though, the sunny, warm, breezy sky changed quickly--first a deep indigo blue, with streaks that made it look like watercolor, then a darker and colder dome. i just made it back to my room, barefoot with book and blanket in tow, when the most ferocious rain i've ever seen started. the wind lifted the rain drops back into the sky before they even reached the ground, and my room (windows open, of course) was suddenly wetter than i'd bargained for. i can already sense it's going to be a rainy summer night.
i have a friend on the way (to sleep in one of my THREE beds), and am ready for some human interaction. too much kimberly + nature time, perhaps.
not. leaving. maine. ever.
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