An unspectacular photo of a spectacular sight.
Decided to step outside for some fresh air the other night. Was caught off guard by the vastness that loomed over me. The lit windows against a starry sky. People drawing their curtains, christmas lights twinkling in several windows. It was silent, except for the faint sounds of a couple kissing nearby. There was a crisp breeze that sweetly brushed my face, much welcomed after days of sweltering heat. I felt peace.
If you live in McMahon, I highly recommend this highly underrated though highly public area, especially at night. You can peer over the ledge at the distant lights of the Village or else gaze at the ever distant lights in the sky. But perhaps the greatest sight is the building itself. The building and all its windows. Shades of gold and rose pink. The occasional strobe light of a room that does not want to study. There aren’t many times you get to see micro events, intimate moments, at a macro level. That girl reading on the third floor while the boy above her plays his guitar. Though he might never know that she’s reading the book he cherishes most and though she may never know that he can play her favorite song, you can see both humans exist in their very selves at the very same time. You’d imagine this is how a god might feel, looking down at millions of lives coexisting. But for a mere human, the realization of just how many lives exist in one building on one campus just might overwhelm you. It overwhelmed me.