Lush and green, I thought I could squeeze the water out of the ivy growing along the walls and from the leaves growing on their bushel-like trees.
The English Gothic style of the campus architecture added to the fairytale atmosphere (fairytale for me, perhaps dungeon-esque for the actual students) as I climbed rusted ladders and stairwells, walked under stone arches, peeked into professors' offices, and sat in comfortable silence on old, wooden benches.
Everything is a fairytale in the summer. When winter comes, Chicago will be covered in a blanket of whiteness.
