In the sky

It's been so long I had forgotten what it looked like. But tonight, as I was trekking the two miles home from school, I once again saw my soul in the sky.

I miss the sunsets. Elaine and I used to experience almost every single one together as we'd walk to the DC across campus. More than any other college experience, that's what I miss. The beauty was overwhelming. Once we'd discovered that everyone's soul displays itself at some point in the sunset or sunrise, we'd often see mine as we walked to dinner and Elaine's on our way home. It's the rich colors - they call to you, and that's how you know which color is yours - it pulls the deepest.

I've been sad this semester, knowing that I miss the sunsets - a time that had been so sacred. I'm either holed up in my basement or in the library, and the colors change from day blue to night blue before I know it.

Liz mentioned the other day that brilliant music renews her faith in God, and I wholeheartedly agree. She'll go in with me on this, too, that Nature, whether sunsets, Autumn colors, the desert at sunrise, or the ocean in the early morning, these moments of absolute glory renew my faith in God. They speak to a part of our souls that does not communicate in words - only colors.

I only wish my friends could have been here with me to experience this magnificence once again.