What better place to experience less-than-pleasurable weather and burdensome academic loads? We're saturated in rain and heavy hues and even stronger love... a community as beautiful as our campus.
Spring color-pops its pom pom reminders that the sun can only come to feel more and more real. The bushes made a million green hopeful pronunciations of this very reality. Surely we're equipped to do the same.
Thankful we can commonly celebrate and perpetuate our sun and its warmth even when the Smokies are doing their thing a little too well, a little too frequently.
Sun, sun.
Hope.