The thing I miss most, today, is walking on campus. My freshman year, I biked. I couldn't stand to "waste time" walking. By my senior year, walking was a refuge, glorious minutes alone with my thoughts. I walked to class in the morning rain, I walked to the parking lot in the afternoon bluster, and I walked home from work in the 2 AM stillness, catching snowflakes on my tongue. I thought about my day, my friends, my future, my feet in their purple boots. If I thought about the past at all back then, it was only to laugh.