Iridescence?

Whelp. I finally decided to start a blog.

And now anyone reading this is thinking "Obviously, I am reading it right now."

Oh well.

I feel like I am obligated to explain why I suddenly had the desire to create a blog (Which doesn't make any sense. It isn't like someone is going to force an explanation out of me), but truthfully I don't really know.  Maybe it was partially because my new Creative Writing class has made me want to express myself more. Maybe it is because I suck at writing in my journal and can use this as a sort of substitute.... BUT it is probably mostly just because it sounded like fun.

So here I am!

Iridescence. I really, really, really like that word. It means luminosity. Or anything of iridescent quality; a play of lustrous, changing colors. Iridescent is what I want my life to be: full of light and color.

It makes me think of warm sunny days, when the sun is playing on my face. It makes me think of the beautiful light that comes through a prism. The way the sun shines through the trees. It makes me think of playing on the salt flats with Josh. Iridescence. Anything that is warm and light inside of me, all of the good feelings I can think of, seem to connect with this word. 

So I picked it.