I found a parking spot on Hall Greer Blvd, just on the outside of Marshall University.
The quarter clinked into the meter as it told me I would have 1 hour.
I followed the sidewalk that led between the Science Building and the Morrow Library; I hoped I'd parked somewhere near the center of campus.
As I cleared the buildings, I heard the calm silence of a small University campus in the summer.
I heard the water, too.
The water that shouldn't be there; that shouldn't have to remind what it reminds.
As I crested the (very) small hill, I saw the fountain.
And I felt the tears on my cheeks.
As I took pictures and listened, a student walked by and said to the friend on the other end of the phone "see you at the fountain."
The fountain that reminds Marshall University what was lost; and what a community does to heal.
When my hour was up, I walked away, pausing as I began to pass between the buildings for one last moment to listen.
(If you haven't, grab your tissues and watch We Are Marshall. It's a football movie, that's not really about football at all.)