Little Inklings 2025

Raif London ’29 I rushed against a wall, the vibrant colors of the fresh paint washing away with me. The workers looked mad for they had just finished that wall, the work washed away, the blank canvas returning. The momentum pushed me in the opposite direction, putting me in motion yet again. I reached tall glaciers and as I flowed over themmore of us joined the flow. I felt tired. The constant moving aroundmademe think of home. Then another push sent me in another direction faster than ever until I reached the familiar sight of blue on the left and white sand on the right. Tomorrow I will start again. 89