Fundamentals of Journalism

Sept. 4

Morningside Campus – Fountain

Tuesday night the weather was terrible actually, it was horrible! It was dark outside and streaks of lightning danced across the sky. What was odd was there was not really rain, there were little sprinkles here and there, like trying to shake salt out of a clogged saltshaker. I was at Morningside finishing my Audio Project, with a classmate and my boyfriend Benji Gonzalez. My father had called me while my partner and I were finishing up our projects to notify me that there was going to be a big storm that night. In the production room, we couldn’t hear a thing besides each other’s voices.

However, that night upon leaving, Benji and I were walking out through back door of the library. I looked up at the sky and it was a mixture of dark gray and black, kind of like cigarette ash in water. Then out of nowhere, Benji and I caught a glimpse of light flashing across the sky and then 3 seconds later, we hear cracks of thunder. The sound was loud and menacing, it sounded like a giant metal box dropping to the ground. The noise did not scare me but seeing so many lightning streaks across the sky worried me. Benji and I stood there looking at the sky, as if we were expecting something to fall down from the heavens.

We watched the sky light up as if we were watching fireworks burning in the sky during 4 July. I broke out of my trance after the light show died down; I turned to face Benji and his face hidden from night’s veil. I asked him where he wanted to go next and after moments of silence, we decided to go to the fountain. The fountain that night was beautiful; it was a breath-taking sight. The lights were on and the water turned from a dull blue to a brilliant aquamarine color. I was speechless at the sight of it; the fountain when it blew the water upward into the gloomy, black sky was simply amazing. The water started out aquamarine from the bottom but as it shot up, it became white and the shape looked like white fluffy clouds that liquefied immediately. The foamy, white fluff shined against the dead, dark sky, it was like an angel in the midst of chaos in hell. I will never forget the sight of the fountain on that day, it was one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.