As the semester winds down, faculty across campus start collecting and sorting final projects. Sometimes, in the bowling alley.

An early morning, mist still on the windshields of cars that were left overnight in the parking lot and a Holy Bible waits to be read. Further on, the morning light hits the barren trees aside the building.

The plaza I walk through every day was marked up earlier in the semester and I’ve been waiting for … anything … to happen.

They may have been around a long time, but they don’t stay open on Sundays.

After the show, we took one of the stars out for a late night snack that slid into the wee hours. Then we took an old friend out for brunch on a rainy morning.

Evening shows and afternoon shops, both dealing with closures and loss.

Afternoon meeting on south campus meant a brisk walk and some time for observations.