I'm ambulatory! Well, ambulatory enough to get to Dahlgren Quad, at any rate. I have a meeting with a professor soon, although I'm not sure exactly when. I wrote it down on my hand and then, because I'm a genius, washed my hand before writing it down anywhere else. I'm entirely sure that it's today and I'm fairly sure that the time starts with the number six. So my super duper genius plan is to hang out in the quad until I hear the six o'clock bells, then hang out until the hallway until either my professor or I figure out it's time.
There have been cherry blossoms at Georgetown forever. Well, not forever. Longer than I've been here. Since before the first time I ever stepped foot on campus, a few days before the start of classes my freshman year. But I feel like I've been here forever, so in my mind the cherry blossom trees have been here for longer than forever. Longer than forever is very similar to forever - infinity plus one may as well equal infinity (even though it doesn't), and all of that.

The photo of the cherry blossom petals on the steps is blatantly stolen without authorization from Project Beltway. I wish it was mine, but alas, it is not. It was taken in DC, and I added it just to illustrate. The petals are everywhere; they're so thick on the ground that in many places in the Quad they obscure the bricks, stone, dirt, and other plants.
The photo of the fountain in this post is also an example of why I should get a digital camera. I took it because I haven't been outside in a while, really, - with the being in bed while sick and all of that. I'd forgotten that the short life span of cherry blossoms means that they fall. And the gentle winds common to spring in Washington mean that they fall faster. The Quad is blanketed in fallen cherry blossom petals right now, and even though I don't like pink I have to admit that it's beautiful. Beautiful in a life and death pretty pink existential way. Also they're sort of like snow, but not. There are enough trees in a small enough area that at any given point in time, for now, there are at least a handful of petals falling. Sometime whole flowers. People are walking around with cherry blossoms in their hair and on their clothes when they don't even realize it. If the cherry blossoms were alien invaders we'd all be screwed. But at least our flowery overlords would be aesthetically pleasing. And sometimes they fall into the fountain and you can watch the water currents push them in waves over to the side and off. I want to make lots of multi coloured paper cranes, or boats (boats might be less likely to fall over) and put them all near the center of the fountain to watch them get moved around and eventually pushed off the side. It would be kind of awesome, until the point where I would be reminded of Monty Python's The Meaning of Life, and the Crimson Permanent Assurance building floating off of the edge of the world, and then it would be funny and awesome. And a little existential. Or a lot.

Just now the wind started blowing harder, and there is a deluge of flower petals and whole flowers. Also I'm fairly sure I hear the sound of a guitar coming from the tunnel that runs under New North and Old North - I wonder if it's the same kid who was playing there last night. He was surprisingly good. I keep having to remove pink petals from my keyboard and clothing. There's no way I'm going to make it to this meeting without flower petals in my hair. I'm okay with that.