A spring blue sky stroked with violet and pink;
Red brick foundations striving skyward;
Glass panes glittering as mirrors;
And wavy lakes sinking grey ...
Justice cannot be done by paper and ink.
Notes: I do not always recall the moment when a piece of verse enters my head, though upon rereading this snippet, memories did flood back. Sometime in 2002, likely late in the spring, and perhaps before or after a storm, but definitely early in the evening, I found myself on my way from Van Hise to Memorial Union, which leads past Helen C. White and the old Science Hall. The almost polarized feel to the light, the steel crispness of the lake, and buildings I walked past along the way contributed to this short text.