About
The weather was cold and gray. The dreary skies were overcast and ominous. Indeed, the world had yet to have semblance of color in any form, but, ignorant to its terrible absence, we had grown accustomed to our doldrum existence. And so it was, for what seemed an eternity.
But hope wasn’t lost on us.
Mumblings of a peoples’ savior had grown to a fever pitch among the populace. The question was not if, but when our deliverer would come. And we held onto that hope—and held fast. Reality television and microwave burritos could only tide us over for so long, and we knew it.
Suddenly, in an explosion of beauty, brilliant colors exploded onto the landscape in every direction, illuminating the world in a rainbow of hues and momentarily blinding us with its divinity.
Perfection had arrived. And its name was Justin Stambaugh.