Even though I’ve yet to spot her in the crowd, I refuse to accept she’s not here at all because I feel her. And it’s not just because NHU’s campus is hallowed ground for us, every brick charged with our beginning, every path the keeper of a memory, holding tight to a version of us that we’ll never get back. No, our connection is more vital than that, a living thing pulsing just beneath the surface at all times, emerging fully when we’re in the same room.
