This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
Today’s weather says
Aurora is in a haze
fogged over with
the memories that anchor me here
The chants reminded us
of our true colors
purple, yellow, green, and blue
all tinted with love.
The drunken jumps into Cayuga,
pooling with sisterhood of past and present,
The bridge that supported our feet
as we gathered around the tree
that has grown with us for generations
Aurora’s haze feels magical,
no matter how unclear,
thick, and messy it gets
the choppy waters
always bring us back
here.