September 1, 2015 - 18:31
Over the summer I had the opportunity to visit the small fishing town of Vernazza, Italy. My family and I were extremely hot and tired after trekking through the mountainous terrain between Corniglia and Vernazza. I descended the last few steps into town with sweat dripping between my shoulder blades ( and other places I don’t need to mention). As I raised my eyes from the cobblestone staircase I noticed my twin sister waving at a barred window sill near our knees, and there was… a cat. It had squeezed right in behind the forest green bars. As I watched its furry back rise and fall, I realized: this small animal, with its small voice and small presence, had managed to find its own happy place in the world.
Will I find mine at Bryn Mawr?