"take these eyes, take these hands, take my soul... i say oh, you are my home" -michael kovacs

i feel so, so alive.

walking out of class at six, we pause in front of the elevators, where a huge span of windows frames the sunset. the light hits a few cotton-ball clouds like the set of a movie, bouncing off the windows of buildings and filtering through the grimy glass to rest on our faces.

almost out of sight is some factory, spewing steam into the evening air. the marmalade light tumbles inside that fickle cloud, chased by strange blue shadows.
that sunset was probably the second most beautiful thing that happened today.