Spontaneity

Last night I went to the German Club's Technofest, per the invitation of a friend. I wasn't sure what to expect (I don't listen to techno music, let alone know anyone who does) but I had a really fun time. Got down to some Techno Musik, wore some glow-stick bracelets and headbands . . . ja, es war toll.

Leaving the RB, I wanted to embrace the world. The early fall night air was invigorating, the moon was a luminous pearl above the mountains, which seemed so close, it was like they sat on my lap. The velvet sky was studded with diamonds, the SWKT loomed over me like Rapunzel's Tower. The Y was a shadow of a ghost upon the mountain.

The night was a song--the breeze providing the melody, crickets chirping a chorus, the hollow echo of footsteps walking away from me.

Alone, and feeling bold, I smiled at the challenge the RB stairs presented.

I took a deep breath, and then ran up the stairs--two at a time--a blur of neon on the south side of campus.