Tuesday, September 18, 2012

cast fire upon the world

Song of the week:
 Throwback Edition.


Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.
George Washington Carver

Another throwback: sunrise. When we got home from Rome, I remember seeing the sunrise every day for about a week solid (thank you, messed up sleep cycle). I hadn't seen sunrise from that side of sleep for a while. It was glorious, and kept that surreal magic quality of Rome alive. It was a process of getting reacquainted with a long-lost friend. 

And then this summer, due to the fact that I actually got sleep, I kept waking up early. The first week, I remember waking up one day before my alarm. My window faced the sunrise, and the sun woke up at 5:00 AM, so I did too. This summer cemented my love-affair with the dawn. 

Thanks to an 8am class this semester, I've been able to see the sunrise most days. Starting the morning with a burst of gold bathing the world is a reminder that each day is something new--a sight unseen, baptized by fire. Today, there was no sunrise, just a bank of clouds and grey rain. But as my brother said: even on a dreary morning, this campus looks absolutely beautiful. The rainiest days only make the Dome shine even brighter.

Though we cannot make our sun// Stand still, yet we will make him run.
--To His Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell

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