Brigid Lucey ‘18
Have you ever watched the sun set from the Sage Chapel lawn,
ascended those crumbling concrete steps from the basement to find
a spilled watercolor stretching over Lake Cayuga?
Have you walked in, ice in your eyelashes,
the radiators hissing and pinging and popping,
to seek respite from the snow?
Have you floated up Collegetown’s hills,
humming on the walk home from Chariot,
not even caring about the rain?