Lyra

We entered the Quad to find more than half of the outdoor seating occupied and the smell of a hundred different lunches wafting through the air. As it was an unseasonably warm day. The small eateries that made up the square bustled with students who were either eating, talking, or reading in the shade.

The energy, which came from such a happy place, made me forget about my troubles for the moment.

Whitney, Sally, and I, managed to find an empty picnic table ...