On The Verge Of A Masterpiece

His fears had been looming up on the horizons for days now, and any moment he would have to look up. On Sunday he took a trip to the countryside and wandered for hours over sagebrush hills as the sky darkened and lightened, threatening rain time and again. For the first time in years, he thought deeply. Sometime during the lengthening afternoon, when he was sure drops were about to fall, he stumbled upon the realization of his oncoming death like a man first dipping his toes into a sea he’s never seen. The rain never fell, and he returned.