So, today’s guest writer is a friend of mine @BonnieLilacGrey. She’s really awesome, and when she sent in this piece I felt so close to it, I had to put it up. You can check out her blog if you wish. For now, enjoy this piece.
Ever since I got into the university, I have noticed the sunrise and sunset a lot more than I did before. Babcock is an annoying school but its serenity is very calming and might I say, it’s what we crazy people need sometimes.
I like how as the sun goes down, the sky changes color from bright yellow to golden yellow to bright orange to brown which fades into black. In the case of Babcock, it turns red. That sight ALWAYS blows my mind. When the sun rises, its just the opposite so, its basically the same feeling.
On this particular day, I had done something stupid. Something so stupid, I never want to say out loud. What hurt me most was that I did it to someone I truly love. It really wasn’t an act of love at all. He had forgiven me but for the fact that this wasn’t the first time I had done it, I found it a tad difficult to forgive myself. So my insomniac self slept myself to a headache. I woke up nervous and my head was about to fall off.
My mother sent me to the kitchen to finish making dinner (seeing as I didn’t cook the stew). I saw rays shooting through the kitchen window, so I opened the heavy iron door. Through the netted door I watched the bright yellow sun fall through the large tree in my view. The tree was tall and it’s leaves were spaced so I didn’t really miss out on the sun going down. I stared at it as it changed color. Every single time was fascinating. There wasn’t one time I had watched the sun go down or rise that I wasn’t in complete awe. I felt like the God we all couldn’t see or feel was right in front of me. Like the day I touched a moving train, I felt so comforted by the fact that I was in the presence of something significantly bigger than me. Nothing is impossible if the sun can move in such a manner. Right then, nothing on the planet could touch me. It was like since God was right there, whoever or whatever tried to touch me would be smitten by some powerful ray of light.
All of a sudden, my neighbor turned on his gen. Why the hell wasn’t he smitten? I had to close the door. I wasn’t feeling so much better but still I had been comforted by the power of the sun.
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Peace, love & ribena *kilzes*