Hand in Hand
Every night I hear footsteps and I look out my window to see the guitar major from two floors up, leaving the dorm with his girlfriend. Every night they walk hand in hand to North Campus. Every time I see this I am filled with an emotion. It’s the emotion that you feel when you are laying out in a hammock for hours in the filtered shade of a warm summer afternoon. It’s the emotion you feel when you step out into the first winter snow and see the flakes drift gently down and sparkle in the light. It’s the emotion that fills your heart when you welcome someone home who has been gone for a long time. That emotion is peace. But more than that, I am filled with the sense that everything is right with the world. That this crazy rock we live on isn’t filled with psychos who will destroy everything soon. It convinces me that good will triumph.
The true virtues of life thrive in the realm of simplicity.