I see Beauty

 

I could see it as an hour drive,

A drive that feels like I am getting closer to the horizon than ever before....

I could see the needle on my odometer, the gas gauge... and frown.

But I choose to see the beauty.

The most gorgeous of sunsets I ever laid my eyes on reside on this route,

Yellow skies turn to orange, then an impossible range of hues.

Hues that don't exist on any color spectrum you ever knew,

Highland beauty, I like to call it.

The closer I get to the often sleepy (compared to the others anyway) campus,

Oh the lavender sheets of sky turn to velvet!

Deep indigo, I can almost feel the softness caress my skin 

As the night engulfs the hill country.

On these drives I lose myself in peace I only find on 29,

Funny I know, maybe a little weird too.

Maybe it is the scent of wineries I hear abound here,

Maybe it's the gift of openness taking flight

And lifting me to where my calling dwells, in those that hurt,

In those that find assurance in my touch, in my presence.

I find beauty  so I see beauty. ​