As we turned to save the cat from the heat, we trekked up the hill, and were immediately stopped by a great thunderous clap. The sound growing louder and louder. Then silence.
My eyes jumped into the air to witness two fighter jets streak across the sky, low to the ground, and directly overhead. My body shook from the inside out, I bounced up and down, a schoolgirl in anticipation of the inevitable. And then the giant boom, deafening, maddening, everywhere.
In less than three minutes my entire being experienced the wide expanse of history. My nerves still tingling, I wondered how often this happens to schoolgirls in Middle East. I felt the internal cry of something gone awry.
For an instant, I was no longer myself, no longer an 'I', but apart of a collective. Some human, earthly understanding was urging me to think for myself, to question. How are we using the precious time and resources we are given? What will our stripe in the gorge look like to future inquiring minds? Will it be full of skeletal archeological treasures, or evidence of growth?
And though the future is harder to see, I am filled with hope and fear, but mostly dreams.