Sublime | Elyse Georgeson

I basked in the warm morning sun one day, trudging to school. About halfway there, I noticed a sudden lack of warmth. As a concerned citizen, I looked up to see what evil thing had taken the sun and warmth away from a poor college student. I beheld the proverbial, and semi-permeable cloud. Instead of silver lining the cloud, the sun turned it to a brilliant white gold. As opposed to being a uniform gray with no character whatsoever, the cloud was distinctive with patterns and swirls illuminated from behind. “Seeing this was worth the discomfort of my lost warmth,” I mused. But, as it always does and always will, the cloud continued on its course, and as for me, I took up my journey once again. It seems that perfect moments never last, not for art, nor emotion, nor my sake as I went to class.