A is for Autumn

It smells like Fall.

I was disarmed by how autumnal the campus looked and smelled as I walked to class this morning. The air was fresh and lacked the humidity that has choked the campus since move-in two weeks ago. Fall has come early, though I do not expect it to stay. The weather in Williamsburg oscillates, sometimes teasing campus with eighty degree days in February and snow in April.

But days like these genuinely bestow the back-to-elementary-school feeling of grabbing one’s new backpack, fresh school supplies, and sweater

before boarding the bus. This smell, this temperature preview some of what is best about life at the College: football games and the Tribal fever, rugby matches on Saturday afternoons, hot cider in Colonial Williamsburg, seemingly flaming foliage, the Homecoming bonfire and parade, flannel blankets on the Sunken Gardens for late-night stargazing…

The stifling summer is yielding.  The freshmen and transfers are officially community members. Classes are underway. Organizational meetings abound. The uneven bricks are populated once again, and it smells like Fall.

Go Tribe,

Bailey