Castle on a Hill

“Can you believe we live here?”

After finding out in class that the first review for Writing about the Performing Arts is due this Wednesday, Ryan and I decided to walk to the Kennedy Center to catch a show. The performance was an experience in its own write (perhaps I shall discuss that later) but after stepping out onto the balcony on a whim, the view truly overshadowed everything prior.

I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I live here. The two spires in the distance are the towers of Healy, looking like it belongs in a fairytale.

The skies are straight out of an oil painting.

From Wordsworth:

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
and not  in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.”

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” (Psalm 19:1)