The issue is aestheticism, or appreciation of beauty. I clearly remember one day in freshman year when a group of us were on our way home from community sevice at Webb Elementary. As we walked out of the building, my eyes were immediately drawn to the twilight sky. It was amazing.
Sunsets are often beautiful, of course, but that day the entire sky was deep magenta.
Well, I m sure the ground was much more fascinating. Certainly, I am not sentimental, poetic person. I call most poetry arrant nonsense and mock those who try too hard to act artsy . But when I see ice sparkling on tree branches or gorgeous splashes of color across the afternoon sky, I think it s worth it to take note of theses things, and to appreciate them. I leave school everyday staring at the sky.