nice thoughts

He feels a great comfort, now, where he is, what’s he’s doing, and he wonders why it’s so, and if it’s going to come to an end, or if it can continue. He watches the sun set, near, across the western end of the football field and marvels at the indefinable colors. He looks at the sky, so big and blue, and feels small, yet significant. He smiles at the clouds, with a wonder and joy that seems misplaced at his age, or at least so very childlike. But he likes that, too. He’s even been reconsidering God and wonders if God would reconsider him. Nice thoughts. Good thoughts.