The contradiction of the water as deliverer of life and death would have made for a great conversation. It fit us, this contradiction. We who were or perhaps one day will be.
The storm hit hard and provided the sort of beat down that leaves one gasping for breath and uncertain if it has truly passed because the pounding of your heart resembles the thunder that was.
Turn my face upwards, squinting into the sun, eyes closing while I pray for the heat to restore what was just beaten out of me.
In a moment I’ll realize my jaw hurts from grinding my teeth and wonder if I pulled a muscle in my stomach from clenching it so hard.
Worked with diligence and attention to detail to avoid a particular situation yet somehow I find myself in that which I strove to avoid.
“Are you that dumb, that foolish and that stubborn. Are you really in the place you tried to avoid?”
I answer my own question, “life is rough all over.”
Close my eyes, think about something so different it will cleanse the palate and make it easier for me to figure out how to refocus, if I am not distracted by other thoughts.
We got lost in the majesty of the moment and made more than had been before. Mountains were moved and seas were crossed and for ten thousand years time stood still.