A Question of Greatness.

What a wonderful Friday. How nice is it to fall asleep at midnight and wake up at seven? To get a full night's worth of sleep is so rare these days; cross country started a few weeks ago. Silly me, to think that we'd break from waking up early. But believe me, it's really not all that bad anymore. I'm actually really looking foreword to the upcoming season. After our workout Thursday morning we had time to talk about the meets in detail. If you'd happen to pass by us on any given practice day, you'd think we were some kind of deranged family. Seriously.
So today, last period, in my desktop publishing class, we had our usual opening journal. Tired as I was from today's "exciting" events [feel the sarcasm yet?] this prompt really caught my attention. It was a simple 'What is Greatness?' One of those one sentence questions that you either answered with a definition, or if you're like me, descriptions. Once everyone started to read this, the kid right next to me said "What kind of trash question is that? I AM GREATNESS." As much as I thought it was stupid, I had to laugh. This is a senior I look at failblog and fml with so you see where I get the humor.
But I decided to hold my real response in until I got home and got a real opportunity to write down thoughts.
Because simply put, greatness is everywhere. At least to me it is. It's the extra hour you get during daylight savings, and the sleep made up for in the summer from school. Making giant chocolate chip cookies and watching the rain fall outside when it's dark. Driving in the car with your best friend. Wayfarers and paint splattered jean shorts, frayed from the summer sun. New guitar strings and the last few steps of a morning run. It's quality time spent with family and friends. Road trips and traveling. State borders passing in the distance, miles ticking away. Stained glass church windows and Nikon cameras I can only dream about owning. Greatness is here in your arms and somewhere down the road. Here and there. Morning pancakes and evening tortillas. Saying 'I love you' and closing your eyes to sleep. Ice baths and black sage tea in the hot afternoon. Flamenco dancing and willing your sorrows away. Greatness is very simple: it's just great.
I could write so much more. But I have things to do. I'll probably end up in the middle of the street in a good twenty minutes or so. Lay on the pavement, middle of the street, and watch the sunset as it bleeds under the horizon. Watch watercolor-like shades of reds, pinks, yellows and purples wash away, as I witness the sky fade to black.
Right then. In that particular moment..I'll be experiencing greatness.
When will you?