By DRAKE LOHSE
It’s a wet and gnarly day, windy, cold, and rain is beginning to spit. The sky is so gray it looks royal-blue. A young woman walks past Olmsted, hunched in a t-shirt, with her arms folded over her chest. It’s raining fully by the time she ducks for cover under a tree.
She’s standing under the tree, contemplating staying there until summer break arrives, when she feels a tap at her shoulder. The young woman turns, to see a tall young man smiling and handing her an umbrella. “Have a nice day,” he says, and walks away.