We will forever live on in Happy Valley

Old main lawn, sun in our eyes and Mona's painting downtown on a blank canvas. Duck pond, how many times did we tell you not to feed the ducks? Branches cover the morning sky and everyone's chattering happily, but we take a moment to just lay there -last day on campus. The gazebo's lights are now up and the grass covered in a blanket of fresh snow- dance here another time. Breaks in the small lab that sits in Hammond's basement- with industrial pipes and fairy lights. A quick hike up and we're back to the little garden where coats lay on the rocks and feet on the grass. We keep dancing to The Killers. Of course, there are the swings by my house. A quiet retreat every time we'd wanna talk. But what do I miss the most? The colors of fall that dress the mountains? Picnics at the arboretum? Watching the stars off Route PA-26? Hikes into the woods? 7 hours of uninterrupted conversation in the stacks, sitting crisscrossed between aisles of books? Drawing from paintings at Palmer Art? No. People.

Surround yourself with people that love you, other happy valley-ers. For you'll never meet anyone like them ever again.

My judgement's always been impaired with constant nostalgia.