Sunday, April 12, 2009
If you haven't ever experienced a springtime in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, then you're missing what I consider to be a truly beautiful experience. If I could bottle the intoxicating feeling that permeates the air -- the life and activity, the swirl of excited emotions as eager seniors dream of tossing their cap into the Carolina blue sky, the smiles of couples walking hand in hand among the shaded boughs of Coker Arboretum and the laughter of pink-cheeked children walking down Franklin Street with ice cream cones in hand -- let's just say that I'd be quite comfortable living off the spoils because I would have succeeded in capturing simple, sugary sweet joy in the purest form.
" ... But sometimes when the springtime comes,And the sifting moonlight falls --They'll think again of this night hereAnd of these old brown walls,Of while old well, and of old SouthWith bell's deep booming tone,They'll think again of Chapel Hill and --Thinking -- come back home."-Thomas Wolfe, Class of 1920