cardinal, and the man in the red shirt sitting at my pew replayed in my head. Although the navy night sky and the blue sunburnt church instilled faith, I could not hold through. When I saw the cardinal, he brought me hope and joy along with the power of the bright red, I knew it was him. As I retuned home, the red tones followed me. The stop lights and stop signs, the red birds and red flames, the painted sky setting onto the white snow. The purity of the snow was now colored in by the red glow of the sky as it glimmered. My father had always called this the illusion of life itself in nature. The sunset represented wildfires setting in our lives as the moon rose anew representing a new start since every night more and more of the circle was filled. The moon never rose they same nor did us as people. Everyday, we never know what signs are awaiting, he was the man in red.
Gabriella Albareda ‘22
