Chris and Veronica!

Just Now

Walking from the cafeteria back to my building I passed a row of birch trees, shedding their skins like so many ancient treasure maps. The sun was picking and choosing pieces of the lawn, rhodedendrons, parking lot, buildings... I whistled loudly and for a moment I thought I heard reverb, as if the sound of my whistling were bouncing off the undersides of the dark storm clouds being pushed along by the chilly February wind. I whistled again and stopped, waiting to hear it, but there was no echo. I smiled for no good reason.

Nice moment.