Thoughts at rocket hill
I was at rocket hill today. Mom had taken the younger two home and I was alone, waiting. I climbed the hill and stood over looking down town. It was a warm day and a breeze softly ruffled my hair. I watched the stream of cars come and go, always a different car each heading their separate ways. And in each car I told myself, was a separate family with a separate purpose and a different day to each of them. It seemed like this was the only strip of civilization in all the surrounding country and I felt awed by the thought that these things were perishable, relatively new, but this earth had been here forever, as long as humans know it and longer and would go on, perhaps long after we had perished. The great houses suddenly seemed flimsy, standing precariously on the mere crust, and in that moment I felt the great depth and breadth of the earth and the thinness of the narrow crust we stand on, the smallness of the world I know. I felt that I was standing on a whole planet, realized, truly realized, for a fleeting moment, the fact that we were on a great mass of earth and rock and lava spinning in space. I seemed to shrink and shrink till I was but the smallest speck in this enormity, in the greatness of the universe. I felt that we humans and our busy lives were not so much after all, and as to me I was next to nothing. I felt freed, for my troubles were tiny and passing and insignificant in the greatness of time that will go on longer than I can ever know.