May 7, 2009
On my drive back from hanging with Edee and Caroline, I turned on a road headed toward my place. As I drove over the hill I was suddenly awash in the autumnal glow of the setting sun. I was wholly consumed by the beauty of that moment. Later that evening, I stumbled haphazardly through poorly sketched imagery as I tried to explain to my friend Meghan and her roommates how amazing the experience was. It was then that I wished someone had been there to share it with me, if only to understand what my words failed to convey.

On my drive back from hanging with Edee and Caroline, I turned on a road headed toward my place. As I drove over the hill I was suddenly awash in the autumnal glow of the setting sun. I was wholly consumed by the beauty of that moment. Later that evening, I stumbled haphazardly through poorly sketched imagery as I tried to explain to my friend Meghan and her roommates how amazing the experience was. It was then that I wished someone had been there to share it with me, if only to understand what my words failed to convey.

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Aristotelean Thomist; dabbler in the epicurean and sartorial arts; sworn enemy of wasting my time.


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