As I walked my friend to her job at the Conferences and Workshops building, I realized that the final preparations are in effect before the demolition of the final Deseret Towers.
What struck me the most was that the pool was already in the process of being destroyed. I myself never lived in DT, and from what I've heard, that is okay - but I did frequent the pool during my stints as music camp counselor. The pool experience itself is not what is important, but it was a trigger for a wonderful last summer. It had been a long time since I didn't have summer school. Instead I let my brain relax a bit; the juvenile section in the library was my summer haunt. I realize that this was an idyllic summer: the like of which I will not see for some time, I'm sure.
Seeing the pool which had represented the calm of the summer, torn up and in such disarray was symbolic: school i.e. life had begun again. There is the truth that change does not necessarily equal unease, or something similarly negative. It is simply change.
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