only when the sun is shining

the sun is beaming through the window on my cold hands and warming my face.

mountains are rolling out the window and the leaves of God's Virginia Tech pride dance around on the ground in the november wind.

phil wickham plays dimly in my ears as my constant moving legs shake back and forth to his guitar strums.

 im thinking about my blue and gold family out there living their new lives no longer in the arms of the lchs walls.

im excited for the future and fortunate for the past

                                                                     and im so happy