To Everything There is a Season

Seasons. We awaitthesummer forourvacations, the fallfordrivestothe country,thewinterfor our Christmas break and the spring for our annual cleaning.

Liberty students see them allduring the course of theyear. The summer was infullswing when students arrived in August.The ravine was green and thefoliage was abundant The drive was lined with full, green trees. The AC's g were switched to high and ice was a necessity The Lynchburg area fared well despite the nation's drought, surprising those who traveled from midwestern states thegloriesofthe snow.The rain pelted the earth ina seemingly endless stream of showers Students carried umbrellas regardless, knowing that rain could be just around the corner Heaters hummed constantly throughout the season Students complained of how the cold wetness seemed to cut straight to the bone.

Soon, the cold moved in. The air took on a crispness The green leaves turned to brilliant reds and yellows and the traditional browns The area's gentle mountains took on a new look for the fall.The Blue Ridge Parkway became the hot spot for color tours. The week justbefore Homecoming weekend was the peak week in 1988 and studentstook every chance they had to be outside.

But winter brought Christmas break and time to travel home — tothe snow ofthe north or sun ofthe south.

As theairgently began towarm and thecoldrain lightened, we knew spring was here The air carried the fresh smell of spring White and yellow daffodils sprang up everywhere. Following them,the pink dogwoods sprinkled the Virginia countrysides. Trees budded and opened intofresh new leaves. Grasstook on a brilliant green.

The season came full circle as we entered the summer months and made the journey home Although we did not always stop to admire the season, we were constantly aware of its presence and its changing For some,theseasons were ordinary — the same as they have always been.For others,they had allof a neighborhood circus calliope.

The blooms broke out of

The seasons kept flowing though,and thecold rain of the Lynchburg winter slopped in as the days grew shorter The trees now stood bare and bleak without Virginiaheraldsspring with daffodils. their winterbivouac about March 8.