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Environmental Literature Journal Entry #4

February 19, 2016

By alexandria UrrutiaPublished 6 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read
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I'm not sitting in a spot or walking. I am in a hybrid spot. I am in the passenger side of the car. As much as it is not the best place to reflect, I am compelled to speak about the feeling and deep connection I am experiencing.

It's super windy. The flags, the trees and plants are all over the place. The wind is strong. Pushing the clouds together and across the sky like it's a race. The sun is starting to dip out of the sky. To the west the sky is pink, purple, orange, gold. Beautiful perfection. Yet as my eyes move across and follow the dark rolling clouds, the sky to the east looks dark and ominous. Grays, navy blues and splashes of warm tones bouncing off. It looks like it's going to rain. It seems as if it should be pouring; yet the clouds are only racing today. No drops. Just the anticipation. I keep going back and forth between sides. The last watercolor shades of the sun dropping lower and lower as the dark of the night is taking over.

I am unaware of anything else, save the sky peaceful in oblivion. I want to watch how slowly, yet all of a sudden the world changes. The end of a day and the beginning of a new night. I can't get enough. It feels amazing. I am watching something intimate, something not many see despite it being right in their faces. I will never forget the thought that keeps popping in my head.

"This is a once in a lifetime moment. It will never happen like this exactly ever again. The clouds won't be the same shape. The colors will be different shades. This is a once in a lifetime moment"

I feel free. I want to get out of the car. I want to walk in all the traffic and touch the sky. I want to touch the clouds. Feel the melting sun slide down my face one last time before I say goodnight. I want to soak it all in. One last time before I say goodbye. To what exactly? I don't know, but I feel it in my chest, something ineffable. Something to let go of as the last rays of the sun dropped below the earth.

It is dark and windy. Artificial light showing me the sky. It is one of the most graceful ephemeral mind blowing experiences I have ever had. My perfect ending.

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alexandria Urrutia

Just a young adult navigating and exploring. I write authentic feelings and emotions. Welcome to my troubles, anxieties and mental instabilities. Now with an extra add on....im a mom now.

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