But this moment is fleeting and within minutes the spectrum of colors vanish. With nothing to grasp onto any longer the Eastern sky too has turned to grey. And the animal me is slightly saddened. I pause, sip my high mountain oolong tea and reflect on the matter; the feelings that arise and fall within each nanosecond of our lives. And a simple neutrality comes to mind. The human condition perpetually grasping for something. Experiencing life with an internal barometer of hope or despair.
My chair swivels back to the West. I slowly look up and to my great surprise the Western sky is now in a full spectrum light and even more beautiful than the East! My hopes are restored!!! After all, I am only human.