Hello again, world
As the jasmine which scents spring in our corner of the world, delicate white flowers like reticent stars, I hope you've found occasion to enjoy that which may once have been a dull, comforting normal but has become precious—a scent, sight, or experience to be savored as we reenter the world.
I imagine the flowers in Hanover are beautiful right now, and the town buzzing with charming normalcy, as routine as the sun painting Occom pond pale blue when in the East and quiet, dreamful dark in the West.
I hope all of you are well. Though we may not all be in Hanover to revel in the summer sunlight or in-person classes (that we've had occasion to miss even the small wood-topped lecture desks is just one unprecedented side-effect of being tugged so quickly from campus), gifts come in all forms, and that we are allowed back into our worlds is one not to be forgotten.
Admittedly, where you are in the world may not be where you want to be just now. Reading social media posts and regularly checking Unmasked has shown me just how disgruntled some of you may be feeling right now. It's reasonable. Not all of us come to college simply for broadening of intellectual horizons away from home—for many, Dartmouth is home. Which is why it can feel tiresome being held at arm's length when return seems a sudden blissful possibility.
Reopening is not universal—some places are still tucked in tight, and others never closed down at all. Certainly where I am, the careful steps make no promises of "complete return to normal" anytime soon, and over-indulging in news articles makes me want to reach for my mask, the small blue medical one writ with my initials in Sharpie, often superseded by a scarf for in my haste it tends to be lost or left somewhere out of mind, memory, and reach.
But we're getting there. I imagine many places which closed down are as nature at night, a soft blinking into quiet stillness, disrupted by a ripple of birdsong and sunlight which begins softly but spreads till it leaves nothing untouched. This may be idealistic, but I hope for it, in no small part because I miss all of my fellow students and am eager for us all to be reunited.
Until then, we might as well keep counting the old-things-made-new. From flowers to walks to lying in grass to embracing family and friends, that which we missed is slowly being returned to us. I hope that will soon include our place at Dartmouth.
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