Category Archives: Reflection Spot

On Friday when I saw it was snowing I decided to walk around the lake on my way back to my dorm.  When I got to the opposite side of the lake from Lakeview I decided to sit on a … Continue reading →

I know it’s a little cliche, and that saying so is cliche, but for me the best place to reflect is without a doubt the gazebo.  It’s early now and I’m already there, treating myself to a cigarette because I … Continue reading →

On Friday, we got a few inches of snow, which was very exciting and made the ridiculously cold weather a little more bearable.  That day, I only had one class in the morning and was not feeling too well (like … Continue reading →

The stream is barely more than a thin thread after it leaves the spillway, so the fact that it grows to about twelve feet in width just a couple of hundred feet from the road surprises me greatly. There is … Continue reading →

Our first field trip inspired me to go back to my newly discovered inflow to the Westhampton Lake. I thought seeing that miniature waterfall that flowed into the lake was a powerful reminder that the lake was a real, flowing … Continue reading →

My reflection spot is in the woods behind the tennis court. After wandering through the woods, my boots crunching over gravel and snow, I settled on an upturned piece of a log where three gravel paths come together. I sat … Continue reading →

Oak trees hum softly behind me as a cool breeze rustles their crackling brown leaves. After the past week of freezing weather this gentle breeze feels almost warm. It smells almost like spring. Various birds sing, some emit soft quick … Continue reading →

I walk across the first half of the wooden bridge, pass the gazebo, cross the second half and come to my reflection spot; a dirt path to the right at the end of the bridge.  I realized that I have … Continue reading →

So this evening I pulled on my puffy jacket and found my one left glove (no idea where the right one is, besides definitely not in my room) and walked down to the lake to pick out my reflection spot. … Continue reading →