On this Six Sentence Sunday, I am on my way home from Oxford, so I thought I would post not quite six sentences from Sarah’s journal, which sum up my feelings perfectly.
From The Promise of Change:
Seated at her desk in her dorm before class, Sarah recorded the thoughts in her journal, wanting to jot them down while they were still vivid in her mind.
I can’t explain what it is like walking the grounds of this venerable institution. I admit to feeling a wicked sense of superiority as I walk across Tom Quad in the early morning, where the tourists press their faces against the iron gates to catch a glimpse inside of Christ Church, or later in the day as I blithely walk through the hordes of tourists past the signs that read “Private. No admittance.”
Entering Tom’s Gate is like stepping back in time, or like Alice stepping through the looking glass, isolated from present day reality, where you can choose to ignore the real world, if only for a short time.
When I climb the stairs to Tudor Hall, where the college has served meals to Christ Church residents since 1529, I feel the indentations worn into the stone steps by the centuries of footsteps from the scholars who’d tread the same path.