The sound of scrunching grass being flattened by the soles of my shoes resounds loudly off of the evening sky, filling up the quiet campus with my existence. For some time now, the Chapel has been “undergoing...

Sunrays danced off the multicolored leaves reflecting sporadic light onto the damp ground of the Arb as I walked in solitude. My footsteps came alive by the crunching of dead leaves that fell in regular...