Tara Hunt '12 | August 25, 2014 | Notre Dame Magazine
On quiet summer mornings when the sun hits the dew just right, when the air is fresh and sweet, and when a stillness pervades campus, the Notre Dame spread before me is mine.
There are no student joggers to remind me of my age on these mornings. No colleagues in the parking lot to jolt me into working-world reality. No grinding of cement trucks to bellow an impending campus transformation. Just a blank and familiar canvas to draw me back into a Notre Dame of my past life, of cool Monday mornings, warmed by tea in a thermos on the trek to class.