Andrew H., Galileo High School, Window View of My Neighbor’s Roof, San Francisco, CA
It was an early Sunday morning in September when the sun was still as sleepy as I was. Notice the streak. Is something about to crash into the earth? Or did it blast off into the atmosphere? How often do we miss moments like these?
I love the movement across the sky. I feel the stillness of the moment, standing there looking in awe. At the same time I feel the time ticking, knowing that any minute the last light will slip away.