Tribolum.com Making Light of Things

Being a particularly soppy male, I know the state of my own heart, and I know it falls in love often. It falls in love with anyone who would show it love. It falls in love with noble acts and true, with the blueness of the evening sky, or the deep crimson of a petaled rose. I fall in love with the moment, where everything seems to blend into a harmonious chord that echoes into the depths of my being.

This evening’s sunset was beautiful. Unconventional, but beautiful. Its golden beams bounced off the many high-rise buildings that attempted to block its glory, creating a multifaceted gem that reflected a thousandfold.