As the light fades who are you going to think of? Someone who died long ago and couldn’t see this moment. Someone you thought would have longer to live after you’d gone. Someone right next to you, holding hands? Someone you used to know. Or just yourself and how it’s not fair for you.
Everyone is crying. Everyone talks in somber tones. Some of us are angry. Some of us want to burn what’s left, create our own light to read by.
Then in the foreground a multi-racial boy pops a Coca-Cola. The sound is a revelation. He turns his gaze to the heavens, frankly away from the sun and toward that can. There is chugging. After: the widest, most peaceful smile. All turn to gaze at this lucky boy. We are not jealous. Our hearts know peace.
