Glow

A friend of mine, O, is a Theater Studies major at Yale and is one of the most rebellious, craziest, funnest Southern gal I have ever met. Before I left Yale, a group of friends presented me with a shoebox filled with little things for me to remember them by. O gave me a pair of sunglasses. My first attempt at describing them was "these orange, red things." I thought she gave them to me because she's a badass and badasses wear "orange, red" sunglasses. Yet upon reading the card that my friends gave me, I realized they were for a different reason - a simple but beautiful reason. O wrote "Good luck this year - may you find yourself. Here are some Rose-Colored glasses to show you the world in a pretty glow."