What I missed the most about
college was the days that I used
to hang out with my brother
John, the late-night chilling
in Gold hall playing Medal
of Honor on the Game Cube
conversing and giggling
about the most random
conversations.  And the
next day we would
walk around the campus
and breathe in the sweet
refreshing air, the stares
and smiles rising in the
sky, slow-wheeling breezes
brushing up against our bodies,
vibrant vibes soaring across
the jazzy surface.  There
was a rhythm of tranquility
reverberating in various
motions, a satisfying sensation
surrounding the glorious
landscape.