It is beautiful here, even when it rains; the trees are exploding into bloom, and the smells of freshly-mown grass, burning charcoal, flowers and spilt beer are ubiquitous, but only barely cut through the delirium induced by the approach of summer. The entire town is sharing the compressed giddiness one experiences when attempting to hold in an inappropriately loud laugh. The air is thick with pheromones and everything on campus is mating with wild abandon, constantly, everywhere. Jean shorts are back in, and the monstrous gangs of dumb skanks wearing huge, stretched shirts over leggings and high tops have returned to share the sidewalk and wary, sidelong glances with the hipsters, who if anything look dirtier than I've ever seen them.
Image via Molly Burkett's Flickr
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