Tuesday, February 18
i never realized that sharples is perfectly visible*, square in the center of the view from my window. until just now, with hazy pink against the gloriously monochrome campus**, it strikes me as perhaps a pavilion far off on the horizon of a breughel landscape, with huddled figures passing through back-, mid-, and foreground. i guess i've always just looked down into my courtyard.
*that is, until magill walk is in bloom once more - a tantalazing eventuality which will come too soon and not soon enough.
**still coated in crisp fondant, though a sunny afternoon and persistent shoveling have made their mark. did you see the beautiful ice-encased plants behind parrish?
i live in a box of paints