On the hill

After snapping pictures of our old apartment, Dave, Drew and I retraced the steps we used to take when hurrying onto campus for class. Although some storefronts had changed, the scene was much the same. The school had closed the majority of West Street to cars shortly after we had all graduated. We found that the closed part was now bricked over, forming a kind of plaza for foot traffic.

(A concrete footbridge stretches
over a road next to a brick and concrete building that resembles a classical
European church.)

Climbing the hill towards campus.

Climbing up the hill was always good exercise. It began to snow shortly after we reached the top.

(A figure dressed in black crosses the
bridge as a light snow begins to fall.)

The bridge over West Street.

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