forty eight months ago

The first time I came to Bryn Mawr, I remember going on a haunted tour of the campus that seemed vast and never ending with gothic looking castles. I remember weaving in and out of the buildings, only to be told that the doors were secret passageways that all connected someway or another. I remember walking through the paths - how the lamps made the trees glow and come alive, as if the cherry blossoms were speaking to each other.

And I remember thinking to myself, someday, someday I'll lead someone else on this tour.