Scribbles

Even the fireflies hide tonight, and light the undersides of leaves, dancing between the branches of the spectral waiting trees. Their signals waver in the wind, messages twisting with the threads of a thousand spider webs below the shaking power lines, dripping slowly in a brew of chlorophyll and moonshine.

In the next few months I’ll be writing things about baguettes, scarves, language, and generally life as a confused literature student bumbling about Paris. You can also read about the interesting study abroad adventures of other Penn State folks (and see their locations on the nifty map) on the Geoblog main page. Amusez-vous bien!