Watching the end of the Red Sox vs. Yankees game tonight brought back a flood of memories for some reason.
The announcer mentioned a crisp autumn night in Massachusetts with a low in the 40's, and I remember exactly how that felt. I miss college. I miss Williamstown.
Looking at the colors change from my room in the Greylock Quad. Warming my hands with my breath while rowing on lake Onota. Running up Mount Greylock for another year. Snuggling underneath my down comforter while watching a movie. Riding my bike to Vermont and back.
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