It's break week between the Summer A and B sessions at the University of Florida.
A ghost town of sorts, with the exception of new students, walking in tight clusters, with that deer-in-the-headlights expression on their angelic faces.
University life is a wonderful thing. Though I am aging, the student population does not.
It's eternally somewhere around 19 or 20, with just a few outliers like myself in the mix.
Few have the opportunity to enjoy a full-time life on a major campus as an adult. Most graduate, move on, start careers, have families, and build their path into the future.
But educators in this environment watch the perpetual flow of youth. We hope to train them, give them a glimpse of the world to come, and then gently push them out of the nest. But, before they take flight, a new group of fledgling chicks come into the fold.
It's beautiful and numbing at the same time. Eternally young...who would have guessed.