Week 8: Friday Night Skies

Before rehearsals started consuming my school year, I loved to go watch my brother perform with his marching band in district and state competitions. I would look out into the swarm of kids and pick out the smile on my brother's face. I could tell he was doing something he loved and having the time of his life. He still competes but it is very rare if I am able to go cheer him on. That night, looking out towards the palm trees, I could clearly see the depth of the clouds and the mixing within the colors. Even though the sun was not fully out, it was such a bright evening. Whenever I look at this picture, it makes me feel very nostalgic. I can feel the early September weather, smell the hot dogs being cooked, and hear the cheering of the crowds. Now, whenever he goes to another competition, I send him the same positive energy from this day.