Hey there Zora, remember me? We met about 20 years ago when I was just a young college kid trying to find my place in the universe. Back then, I was like you, always wondering how to get from here-to-there. You may not remember but we fell in love with each other when we met under that fig tree. You were sitting there agelessly under that tree, and I came over to you and asked for your permission to sit next to you. Back then I didn’t know how to talk to you, nonetheless carry on a meaningful conversation with your sheer brilliance. I mean, I was young…just about between the horizon of a teenager and a young man. Needless to say, you were gentle with me. You walked me through the beauties of lily fields, telling me so many tales along the way. We encountered so much together; so much so, after our shared time I began introducing others to you. That’s right, I introduced you to high school students, middle school students, and anyone else who would listen. Still today, the two of us share the promising horizon of a better tomorrow together. Please promise to never leave my side. Happy Birthday Zora Neale Hurston!