Not Nearly as Bad

Not Nearly as Bad

One would think that Neptune himself was about to raise up out of the sea lay waste to all that he saw looking at this sunset.

I have no idea how it came to be, but I can tell you it wasn’t nearly as bad as it looks. Not a sprinkle let alone showers or rain, and barely a whisper more wind than we’d had all day. But it looks for all the world that the heavens are about to burst.

It is very rare that the evening skies give a false negative. That is to say that the cloudscape is benign yet the weather worsens. False positives on the other hand are common place. The cloudscapes foretell a change for the worse, yet nothing untoward happens. Labeling this a false positive, although most likely correct, somehow dulls the majesty of it. In this case, I prefer the mystery and not an insipid explanation.

Getting north means fewer of these. Like the soundless tree falling in an empty forest,  I wonder what of the sunsets with no one there to witness or impress. For months, they have been for me and me alone. When I get home, I will have to share them with whomever is standing on the same rock. I can’t help but think it will seem as if the whole world is crowding into me. I hope I am wrong and instead of feeling crowded and pressed, I will feel that here is a like spirit, a fellow dreamer temporarily between dreams.

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