By: Amanda Butler – Online Editor

Does anyone notice the morning color of green on the palm fronds? The color that seems to yawn and celebrate the season within the grass. Does anyone notice the different hues in the blues of Ms. Jovita? On windy days, she seems to aspire to be an ocean. Sometimes, she becomes a murky gray, like a cranky college student with a paper due the next morning and has only written two sentences.

Many people don’t notice these things, mainly due to technology. Just the other day, I was walking across campus, and I saw two girls, walking next to each other, talking on their phones. A beautiful orange butterfly flew next to them. The girls didn’t notice the butterfly, for they were too enraptured by their conversations.

On your way to class today, stop what you’re doing for a second. Go visit Ms. Jovita, she likes visitors. Look at the sky. Let yourself be enveloped, and take a class in the clouds. After all, it was Walt Whitman who said in his poem, When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer: “I wander’d off by myself,/ In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,/ Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.”