pure blue

I stepped out of SAGA (Wheaton's dining hall) into a breathless, inky-blue scene.  No brainless chatter here, no inconsiderate whoops from rowdy college guys.  The still enveloped me and cleared my head, surprising me into surrender.  But only for a moment, for in the distance the Metra announced its arrival in the station with a clang.  I, however, could not help but glance up again and again at the lovely, lovely sky as I walked to the conservatory.  Such a deep, calm blue, deep, deep and unfathomable.  I felt that velvet came close to it, a rich dark navy blue velvet blanket with gently twinkling stars sparkling.  Yes, velvet and diamonds come close, very close, but really, only the midnight sky with its adornment of stars could make me stop and wonder.