|(taken on my phone)|
Now I'm sitting on the Slope, watching the cars go by under the mountains, and tears well up in my eyes because the world is so flawless and I know that I'll forget that in a couple of months, when gray skies and white snow cloud my vision and the world turns black and white.
Everyone knows that eventually all songs end and the sun goes down and beauty dies, so you're left alone with a small spark of hope that sets you on fire. It feels like the most beautiful thing in the world and every fear goes away, and maybe the sun has set and the snow has started, but you stay the same. For you, it's still bright outside and the leaves are red and orange and gold and God, everything is so beautiful that you could just hug all the sad people in the world, so they'll feel it too.