It is a wonderful feeling to realize that you have met someone that you can be authentic around. I met that person two weeks into entering college. We both felt the connection and I knew I found a true friend. We have spent many hours during the night having extended conversations about anything and everything that we want. We share personal secrets that not many other people know about us.
One topic we both have found ourselves talking about somewhat often is the type of weather we enjoy the most. Having both been from Long Island and having our view of stars be somewhat limited, the first time we went on a walk at night was unforgettable. We could each see three times as many as we were used to seeing back home. We basked in the glory of it and then continued our walk, stealing glances at the sky twinkling lightly back at us.
Moments like those and the conversations following is how I explained that anything to do with the sky has always fascinated me. Sunrise. Sunset. Clouds. Sheets of rain. The moon and stars. Anything! I adore seeing how it can look different every single time I see it. He would tease me for how excited I would get any time the sky changed colors or I saw the moon for the first time that night. Regardless, it would place a large smile on my face and make me want to jump up and down, screaming about how much I love the sky. He began to tell me that one of his favorite types of weather to see is fog. He gushed about how fog is so unique and interesting. We discussed how many emotions the fog alone can evoke in a person.
After the few weeks I have spent at school, I have noticed that many people sit by the gazebo and watch the sunset every night. This particular night, we planned on going to that exact gazebo for the first time to watch a beautiful sunset only to find out that it began raining right around the time we were meant to watch. The sky was covered with clouds and we were certain that it would not be worth it to travel in the rain just to be disappointed. So we sat around until we glanced out of the window and saw the soft orange sky. We both began sprinting out into the rain, attempting to get to the gazebo as quickly as possible. We eventually made it under beneath the protection of the roof. We both became speechless in awe as we stared out at a multi-color sky while hazy fog began to surround the ground. The combination of our favorite natural things, in addition to the rain dripping off of the gazebo’s edges, took our breath away. We stood and basked in each other’s company for almost an hour. We watched people rush through the unexpected rain, only few with umbrellas handy. Once the sky settled into a consistent color, we began to head out into the rain once again and move along with our nights, much more at peace than before. –Sydney