By 7:00 AM this morning parking lots on campus were already starting to collect cars; the campus is coming back to life after a few weeks off. For all the added workload that brings with it, it is still nice to see the campus alive with students and employees. Campuses were meant to be vibrant and living, and the quiet of quarter breaks fits a campus like a pair of oversize pants: too much sag and bunching to ever look right. So the campus is waking, like the poem of the same name by Theodore Roethke, a portion of which reads:
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go.We think by feeling. What is there to know?I hear my being dance from ear to ear.I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.Of those so close beside me, which are you?God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,And learn by going where I have to go.
As befits a Monday morning waking, the iPod was suitably mellow today:
P.T. Walkley: Sunshine
Sam Baker: Broken Fingers
David Lanz: Green into Gold
Sigur Rós: Samskeyti (Live)