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Here is the Cathedral lawn, mid-summer. A shiny red tractor-mower putts along one side, cutting a generous swath of crunchy August grass. Two students meander their way along the mulched bark path from Bellefield to Forbes. One month from now, new students will swarm here for orientation, eat watermelon and cookies, meet professors and one another, get a lay of the land. But today, it is another group of future students who make the lawn their own. Right now, the four-year-olds from the University Child Development Center chase a ball up a steep bank. One boy gives the ball a good kick, a movement that sends him flying backward to land abruptly. Under a tree, another boy tosses a ball away from his playmate, who then tries to wrestle him to the ground. In an imaginative move, the boy backs up to sit on his playmate's neck, but the playmate butts him off with a flip of his head.

Blink your eyes, they're gone, racing across the hill, replaced in this shady spot by two girls who put their arms around the tree, saying, "This is our home." Blink again. A new cluster convenes at what had been the home of the two girls. Blink. Three fly up the hill. Another does a lopsided somersault.

This is all movement here, movement is everything. These children run because they can. They run and turn cartwheels and hop and wrestle and throw themselves onto the ground simply because there is life in their bones.

Over near Heinz Chapel, it's a slightly different story for the center's toddlers, who circle each other with a lurching walk-walk-waddle-waddle-waddle-waddle. They move because they haven't figured out a sure-fire way to stop. When they do get their great momentum under control, they revel at the world holding still. One child lies smack on her back in the middle of the sidewalk, watching the sky. Another bends over from the waist to study one particular blade of grass with the absorption of a scientist. An 18-month-old throws herself down a small slope, landing on her forearms mand almost rocking forward onto her head. Sphinx-like, she rests right there for a moment, her arms folded under her chest, taking in how and where it is that she has landed, wide eyes surveying the lawn and campus, the day and life and times.

A University is much more than classrooms and labs. In this issue, associate editor Mark Collins also finds himself drawn to the Cathedral lawn as he looks at what it is that the University gives back to the community. His story, "Leaves of Grass," begins on page 24.

With the publication of this issue, two unsung, but much appreciated members of the Pitt Magazine team take their leave. Editorial assistant Stacey Chiodo has cheerfully kept our editorial machinery humming along and is now returning to school full-time. Production manager Audrey Marzolf, who has maintained her sense of humor while acting as liaison, interpreter, and traffic controller between magazine and printer, is retiring. A mainstay of University Relations, Audrey has been with Pitt Magazine through its various incarnations since she began at the University in 1961. We thank Audrey and Stacey for all of the ways they have made the magazine possible and for the pleasure of working alongside them.

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