And it comes closer. Still my eyes can’t quite communicate to my mind the enormity of what it is they see. In the sky it is there as though it has always been there but I know it’s wrong. It should not be there. Not in my sky so blue and clear and perfect after weeks, months of cloudy grey downpour.
Years of school runs through my mind. They break up in the atmosphere, mainly crash into the ocean… mathematical equations and textbook sound-bites run through my mind so fast I can’t catch them. All I can see is that glowing orb in the sky; not the sun, the sun is in the peripheral.
One thought centres and encapsulates my everything, my very being. I am no longer myself I am this thought, this moment.
Was I worth it?