Maybe Mother Nature was bored and decided it was time to dust those brushes and give them a whirl. Whether it was boredom or a on a whim to indulge a hobby she used her favorite sunset palette of bright burnt oranges, fiery red, golden yellows and pale blush pinks all against the backdrop of a happy blue sky. She went to work as she did with all her infinite masterpieces. And there it was poetry and painting dancing in the sky changing colors and tunes, waltzing, pirouetting and tangoing in to a flamenco.
Somewhere below or above, who knows, but somewhere far away in nature’s womb a mere mortal stood on a street, an everyday neighborhood street of no particular consequence. She paused for she happened to see the freshly minted art in motion. She waited a few minutes to take it all in, then moved again slowly so she could see it expand across her universe, a spectacular show on an open vast stage.
She looked around up and down the street as if to check if it was real, if anyone else was catching this – can you believe this she wanted to say – it’s nature in its ultimate splendor – a show just for us. She tried to call her husband, her mom, her friend, anyone if she could get them to look out and catch this miraculous color burst. but no one answered and she was too entranced to be bothered to get them to see what was now hers. So she gave in to the unraveling moment and patiently waited till everything was folded in to a pitch black sky that seemed to have swallowed the riotous painting whole. And then it was a starless sky of nothingness, a stark contrast but an equally beautiful charcoal black of eternal night. It would have been nice to just stay there and stare into the void. But it wasn’t time yet to stop. And so life or something like it continued. For what is life if not for that beautiful sunset.
