Rhetorical

I sit here.

And smile at how the snow is finally disappearing from the mountains.

And think.


The last term of my freshman year is starting tomorrow. Where does the time go? Its got me thinking of how much has happened this year, and how quickly things must have changed. If the school year started yesterday, then when did everything happen?

And then I wonder for a while.

And notice the mini tornado forming across the street. Which gets me wondering again. How does the world work?

And how does God know everything?