When The Sky’s On Fire

After reading through a multitude of drunk texts meant to irk me, I had had enough. I got in my car, 3:30 in the morning, snuggled in my Milwaukee sweatshirt, and drove north on 41. My destination? Where the next phase of my life begins,..Oshkosh.
And it was soo pretty. When I got there, it was still dark outside and the lights of the city were a welcome sight. Like breathing after having my chest cavity blocked off for so long.
And on the way home, dawn started creeping over the east horizon. It started out layered in deep blue, butter yellow, pink. I watched it evolve as I drove back to this city that makes me feel trapped. Suddenly it turned bright yellow, like daffodils, the pink fading into the front of my car. By the time I was about 20 minutes away from home, it looked like the clouds were on fire. That beautiful orange, the captivating yellow that danced among the clouds. I have a grainy picture taken from my phone (when I was at a stop sign, don’t worry). I’ll upload it later. But it cannot compare to the joy of actually SEEING the sun rise on my way home.
I thought, "I would have missed this; I would’ve been asleep."
The sun rising gave me a little bit of hope, after feeling broken and torn up and used. Because no matter what, life goes on. The sun keeps rising, keeps setting.
Nature always soothes my deepest qualms.
Not to mention all that fresh air rushing into my car, 70 mph, cool but not too cold. Relaxed. Utterly relaxed.

Love,
Amanda