Date: 5/20/2009 to 5/28/2009
by Micah Canal ’08
Ask any Antiochian who ever spent a winter term in Yellow Springs among the red brick and gray mortar of our “campus home”, sometimes it’s hard to conceive of a time when the sun will shine again. The cold winds blows. The snow falls. The ice grows like formed glass on the skeletal branches of deciduous giants, and the low, monotonous sky shows no mercy.
As late March melts into April and the ground thaws, mud cakes the bottoms of shoes and tracks through the halls of buildings. Antiochians defiantly try to persuade the thermometer higher by wearing T-shirts when the little red line indicates that the temperature has crept above 45 degrees. Perhaps they succeed. When the first pioneering tree buds or blades of green grass emerge to gambol in the face of frosts certain to come once again, we make note and cheer them on despite the plain futility of their attempt.