Dear Bruxie Mist,
Thank you. Thank you for always being there for me. When I walk out of a long 3 hour class and discover that it is 90 degrees or more outside I am immediately miserable. I begin to trek the long journey from Dodge to main campus. Even though I have only walked a few feet, I am sweating. I groan. I don’t want to do this but I only have 15 minutes between class.
That’s when I see you. You’re waiting for me like you always are. You are patiently on the corner of Glassell and Palm. I begin to run despite the heat. I am eager to see you.
You reach out a helping hand and I willingly embrace it. You rain down over me and I bask in bliss. All my worries begin to fade away. I have no thoughts of school, or the heat, or even the sweat dripping down my back. I am now cool, calm, relieved.
Suddenly, the bright red hand on the sign across from us turns to a white man. The only sound I can hear is “walk sign is on for all crossings”, repeating over and over. This is our cue to part.
I sigh. I will miss you. I say my last goodbye. I reach out my hand in despair, feeling the last sprinkle of moisture on my palm. I close my eyes and turn away, crossing the street.
This is the last time I will see you for the day. However, as always, you have given me the relaxation that I desperately needed. You have assured me that I will be able to make it through the day. You have made sure that the sweat on my brow was worth it.
Until the next 90 degree day,
A blistering hot college student