I'll be honest. Things get a little dull around Mayflower Hill in the summer. It's not that there isn't plenty going on. Colby magazine doesn't really pause. We have researchers on campus. Prospective students and their parents arrive in a steady stream. We have scientists and physicians, forensic experts and Great Books readers.
But something's missing. Students. Lots of them.
They're coming, though. Like the first glints of fall foliage, signs of student season are appearing. Last week it was students doing emergency medical training, a couple of "victims" laid out on Dana Lawn. And then there are the few student cars rolling in early, packed with student stuff. And this morning, a great moment. I came around the corner by Pulver and the patio looked like a flower garden. It was COOT T-shirts, tie-dyed and laid out to dry. Every color under the post-Irene sun.
I had to smile. And snap a photo.
And then I felt a familiar feeling. I tried to identify it. Last year at this time? Nah, that wasn't it. And then I realized that this was the feeling you get when your home is an empty nest. And every once in a while, the nest refills as kids come rolling back in.
It happens at home. It's about to happen on Mayflower Hill. I can't wait.