Magical OSU

At 5:30 in the afternoon, just at the start of winter's downward slope into spring, you can see a secret. As you walk through the
courtyard behind Denney Hall, the sun's downward glance casts a tree's true reflection against a brick wall. It's a tiny tree with
an exceptionally distorted trunk, but at the right moment, the right day, this tree's shadow reveals its inner dryad. She bends at the waist, one arm gracefully flourishing branches. Her lithe figure is frozen for a time, mid motion; the curve of breast and hip about to continue her bow, her back slightly arched so she can watch us, hurrying past with our books. A tiny tree crouching in the corner, her spirit playing across the face of our boring brick building. And if you sat there for a day, as the sun continued its journey across the courtyard, you would see that she isn't frozen at all, simply dipping into our lives and then gone...