I was having dinner in a hotel restaurant, with my family (and of course with plenty of other people there as well). As it was a nice warm day, the doors were open leading through a rather fancy-looking lobby -- with golden patterned curtains and pans of burning oil -- and onto the garden.
The sun had been going in and out of clouds all day (with scattered showers), but suddenly the sky filled with black thunderclouds. As the sun went behind them, it darkened to night-time. This of course caught everybody's attention, and drew their eyes to the lobby doorway.
Then, framed in the doorway, a small gap opened up in the clouds, lit up silver by the sun, with an indigo sky behind it. This was spectacular enough in appearance that everyone rose from their tables to watch it. The gap slowly closed, and as it did so, there was a huge flash of lightning and a peal of thunder. A wind picked up from nowhere, and rose to a huge, continuous gust. It swept straight through the doors and through the lobby, sending curtains and flames into disarray, and rushed through the restaurant with a fair amount of force.
It felt as though nature had decided to impose itself suddenly and with great conviction upon the petty everyday world of man. It was saying to us that we are only a small part of the universe, and that which we do not comprehend easily dwarfs that which we do. Or at least that's my best interpretation. What it was actually saying could not be properly translated into words, at least not by me.
Then wind then died down as suddenly as it had arisen, leaving the sky darkened and the hotel silent. All the guests could only look at each other, aware that they had shared a moment of something truly significant; a moment of religious significance. All talk was pointless, and so everybody wandered off, dazed.
The sun had been going in and out of clouds all day (with scattered showers), but suddenly the sky filled with black thunderclouds. As the sun went behind them, it darkened to night-time. This of course caught everybody's attention, and drew their eyes to the lobby doorway.
Then, framed in the doorway, a small gap opened up in the clouds, lit up silver by the sun, with an indigo sky behind it. This was spectacular enough in appearance that everyone rose from their tables to watch it. The gap slowly closed, and as it did so, there was a huge flash of lightning and a peal of thunder. A wind picked up from nowhere, and rose to a huge, continuous gust. It swept straight through the doors and through the lobby, sending curtains and flames into disarray, and rushed through the restaurant with a fair amount of force.
It felt as though nature had decided to impose itself suddenly and with great conviction upon the petty everyday world of man. It was saying to us that we are only a small part of the universe, and that which we do not comprehend easily dwarfs that which we do. Or at least that's my best interpretation. What it was actually saying could not be properly translated into words, at least not by me.
Then wind then died down as suddenly as it had arisen, leaving the sky darkened and the hotel silent. All the guests could only look at each other, aware that they had shared a moment of something truly significant; a moment of religious significance. All talk was pointless, and so everybody wandered off, dazed.
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