Skyline

Every time I get back from a late night in the library and lay down in bed in my dorm room, my gaze points perfectly through the bottom of the window, under the blinds. Through the glass I see the outside of New South, and above it is the bright and beautiful skyline of Arlington, Virginia. Every time I look out that window, every time I look at the New York City skyline crossing a bridge, I am so taken aback by their magnificence. There’s something a little more special about a skyline than merely its beauty. Not only is it so aesthetically pleasing, but it also exudes a kind of life force, made up of so many moving parts that form a broad system. For a brief moment, it puts things into perspective in an extremely subtle, almost subconscious way. It is a very visible, tangible representation of the vibrant and enormous world we live in and the many people in it; it is a picture of a greater civilization that is so much bigger than I am.