As the last tendrils of light sink and curve to meet the equator, like an endless display of molten blown glass, subdued sunshine mingling with caked dirt through the fried grass to hover just above my skin in a warm gauze overlay that rests with me here at the suspended lake dock, I am reminded of my special insignificance. Less than one particle per million of substance on this planet.

All was not the finale, as the expanse of twilight spreads before me, my personal fireball is not set and cooled, collected into a pocket and retrieved next day, but rather unravels its spool to reach every corner of the mirrored earth, powering and pumping millions of buzzing beasts.

While I stand here dangling above water, wondering at the magnificence of the world’s most continuous public, private show.