I decided when I was six that my favorite color was blue. Blue like the far-off horizon as I perched at the peak of the playground slide. Blue like the crayon I clamped in my small fists, coloring in lakes and rivers and seas. Blue like the eyes of the girl next door.
It’s November, there’s a new, chilly bite to the afternoon air, and all of campus seems to be deep in the throes of midterm season. You walk out of class with your backpack hanging low and heavy off your shoulders. It’s going to be a long day of locking in.
Nowadays, the first thing I see through my window when I wake up is bright scarlet leaves adorning the tree that ripples in the breeze by Alumnae Hall. I refuse to leave my dorm without throwing on a baggy pullover or cable-knit sweater. If you encounter me anytime between the hours of 2 and 5 p.m., ...
It starts and ends with the hills.
Solutions by The State News
