Friday couldn’t have come fast enough.
So pent up with energy that afternoon, I had decided to jog the one and a half miles from my apartment to the art studio. Above the picturesque college town of Huntsville, fluffy clouds skidded across the rich blue heavens, while in the various gardens of stately homes, dozens of flowerbeds perfumed the air. From the treetops, squirrels chittered and birds chorused, rejoicing in the warmth of a halcyon day. In every direction across the vast campus, students lazily flung Frisbees or tossed footballs, perused Dickens or Shakespeare beneath shady elms, or lounged on the verdant, freshly mowed lawn beside gurgling fountains or duck-filled ponds.
A nimble breeze dried the perspiration from my chest and pits as I turned off campus, passing Dingle’s Donut
