Remembrances from Cornerstone '08

It's five am, and I've been driving since midnight. The big red apple in the sky began blushing over an hour ago, and I wish you were here to see it with me. It has been six months since I last saw this side of morning, and a year since I've been surrounded by these cornfields. I cannot bring myself to fall asleep. I'm mesmerized by this picture. Long, wispy clouds are spread throughout the sky, acting as dividers between the different colors on God's great palate. I stop myself with the realization that this exact picture will only happen once, and I'm a witness to it.