The epilogue by clouds
I woke up in my room, lit with golden morning light. Feeling fresh, ready to get up — but there was no urge to. Through the large window in front of my bed I could see the sky above distant trees, filled with beautifully lit, dense cumulus clouds. Too bright to be stormy, yet strangely intense, as if boiling. Vivid colors of dawn were mixing in fluffy undulating cloth, crawling from behind the the horizon. I got up and stood in front of the window in awe. The edge of the clouds was slowly rolling like an avalanche, growing and creeping to fill the sky, but still far away. Unusually fast, I was thinking, too fast for the clouds. It is not the wind pushing them. And then I calmly acknowledged, that only one force could have caused it, and here I stand, witnessing the nuclear end.
I quickly walked out of the room and stopped in front of my parents bedroom door, in doubt. What should I yell? To get my sister up and run to the basement? Minutes, if not seconds are left, and It won’t help much. Even if we managed to survive, probably not for long and definitely in a terrible world. By waking them up I would open an era of screams, fear and mischief. Maybe they are living their happy dreams right now. And the sky, it is so beautiful. Really, really spectacular.
I silently returned to my room, stood in front of the window with peace of mind, and watched the clouds coming closer, feeling thankful for the beauty of the world.
This was my dream from student days in Vilnius, which I recalled in relation to the R-Lab course “Marvels and Catastrophes”. As the course obliges me to upkeep a blog, I suppose this could serve as introductory post.

