When I go to campus for an hour on the exercise bike reading Big Stone Gap, I find karate in the room that is all windows, mats, and floating balls; and downstairs tiny children learning to fence. (Which reminds me, circuitously, of a joke I enjoyed once before it became un-PC. See it here!)
After, iced tea in the courtyard at the alumni center with the fountain that is not quite a line of lions' mouths like that in Spili on its mountainside in Crete but with my eyes closed might just be, with Cretan women murmuring among themselves over laundry and filling pitchers in the midday sun.
image: View of the 25 Lionheads in Spili Crete, Dito Mueller
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