Post- Magazine
unlikely lovers [narrative]
By Vanessa Tao | December 3The stage lights switch on. The pit plays its first notes, and the audience goes quiet.
The stage lights switch on. The pit plays its first notes, and the audience goes quiet.
There’s something sweet in the air. It usually hits me at night on the walk back from North Campus, right between Wriston and Keeney. Each time, I’m left disoriented, unable to keep walking. It’s a green, sharp, scent–one of freshly mowed grass, sweat, clear sky, crisp morning air. It’s youthful—gentle, ...