Sublime | Brynn Bowthorpe

The darkness was a deep navy on I-15 North from St. George as I drove home Thursday night. I was by myself in the car, listening to something jazzy in the stereo, and welcomed the free time to think. As my car surfaced a hill, I was awestruck by the moon: it was larger than I had ever seen, and rather than its usual milky white, it was glazed a golden yellow. My first impulse was to call my roommates and tell them to go outside to witness the truly sublime sight, but I resisted the impulse to fumble for my phone. Instead, I just gazed out my windshield at the golden spot in the sky, appreciating my good fortune to see such a sublime sight.