If You Were the Last Person on Earth
What would you do?
The sky was split into halves like the opposing forces of yin and yang. Half of the sky was transitioning into darkness, yet still held onto the remaining light of the day. This half was a serene lavender color; the unfurling clouds didn’t just float by in one solid tone. They had iridescent facets like a cut diamond, multi-dimensional and breathtaking.
The other half of the sky appeared as the manifestation of chaos itself. I stood close to the edge of the precipitous cliff, practically on the twin forces’ dividing line and marveled at the contrast. I watched the scene unfold in awe — flashes of lightning lit up the dark and ominous sky beyond the distant mountains, but in the other direction, there was nothing but peace.
Not needing anything more than my breath and a beating heart, faint tears of joy began to form in my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was experiencing such earthly power, something incomprehensible to fathom, simply by going for a walk to catch the departing light of dusk.
That’s the thing about observing nature. It doesn’t ask anything of you. It just happens, often at the most seemingly inconsequential of moments, but it’s moments like this that often provide more meaning than what we consider the moments of importance, the ones we prepare for, that we pay…
