The sun is out today.
I meant to take a photo of this golden sunrise shimmering across the lake and bathing the campus in some sort of luminous bright amber that makes even the cracked pavement look like a Renaissance painting.
While I gaped at the beauty of the morning, my mind was playing a highlights reel.
The moon shimmering so bright over the Atlantic one late night near Tintagel that it seemed to dance with the waves.
The sun beating down somewhere south of Santa Barbara, the tide washing away all thought.
The Sangre de Cristo mountains, the sun burning away the mist.
Somewhere in the rainforest outside Cahuita, lungs burning from the uphill climb, a crystal clear lake, the ice cold waterfall crashing against my skin.
The Children's Garden at the Missouri Botanical Garden, all the flowers in bloom, the lavender floating around like a spirit, the chimes tinkling in the breeze.
Fireflies flickering and fluttering over fields in western Michigan.
The dark sky of Flagstaff, Orion reaching up to tickle Castor's foot.
So, yeah. Photos.
