Yesterday a perfect storm of rumor and innuendo swirled across campus, and each time someone told me the latest version of the ugly "truth," I told myself, "It can't possibly get any weirder than this." But it can, it can! It can always get more weird...particularly as it gets less true.
In the end I fled from the craziness and went for a walk around the woods, where I saw the first indigo buntings of the season along with lots of trilliums, spring beauties, and dutchman's breeches. No weirdness there: just honest-to-goodness beauty...but if beauty is truth and truth beauty, then I must have encountered truth as well. I go to the campus to find gossip: to find truth, I go to the woods.