Life Snippet

The setting sun sent pink rays shooting eastward. The backdrop to the towers morphed from cotton candy to sorbet clouds, magenta and streaking blues, a lightshow on the ceiling of the world for all to enjoy equally, far below. The sky over the river was darker but brilliant, too. It was the latter stages of a grand finale: the Sun's reign. 

Collective witness has a way of bringing people together. The experience is shaped by the presence of those also there, reveling in the undeniable realization that something bigger, something special, is at hand. An unexpected break in the way of things--an inbetween, liminal moment, I guess. Someone turned the music up, and the waves pumped in on a detectable frequency. My phone buzzed with footage from across town. A street corner bathed in cherry blossoms. The stuff of creation, dreams. 

The hierarchy is of no consequence here. Anyone can stop to see, to feel. The lucid colors wash time into a new phase. For an instant we were finally one. If we know anything, we know another instant will come.