Oh, Ann Arbor.

There's something about Ann Arbor in the summer that I find absolutely intoxicating.  Maybe it's the smell of the grass or the sidewalk chalk.  Or maybe it's the mix of locals and co-eds chattering as they stroll through the diag.  Or maybe just God Man preaching away in front of the Grad library.  Who knows?  What I do know is that it's my home, and I wouldn't have it any other way.