Before, it was “Welcome to California where the sun is hot and our grass is dry”. Now, with the fall of every rain drop off my rooftop it appears to be another weight taken off the shoulders of the sky and dropped into the grateful tongues of tinged yellow below.
Each drop replenishes the soil below.
Yet, it is not only the ground beneath me that desires to grow and show its beauty, but the passion and dreams of my fellow scholars and I.
When I look out the grey window I want to see my opportunity to heal as the water does. For me, I desire to design remedies for the attritions that lie within the body through biomedical