The Hermit Poet

We stayed in one of the few air-conditioned dorms on University of Virginia. For me, the Canadian, it was a welcome relief to step foot into a room with the a/c at full blast — a little taste of home every time. Outside, the air was humid but the grounds incredibly green. Here, I turn back on my last day and catch sight of the empty benches and pause. The doors are in the distance. I miss this place already.