Oh, diamond dust, won’t you save me?
A group of friends, comrades, nearing the summit… Nearly a hundred feet below it, we spotted the white, glistening crown of the world. We would be the youngest gang of climbers to have tamed the dormant Everest. The air up there was as thin as a poor man’s slice of bread. The bags with our oxygen tanks were starting to bluntly tear through our shoulders. My friends and I were wearing triple-layered ski-masks and fluorescent green jackets. Even then the cruel winds managed to penetrate through our armors and stabbed at our faces. The further we ascended, the more the lakes of our ambitious eyes overflowed. Naïve and dumb, that’s what we were. We had no idea what was in store for us.
The moment of joy… The thrill, bursting and rushing through our veins like a shot of adrenalin; at the top of this world at last, above all. We roared wildly with laughter, letting the ruthless winds, punishing snows and helpless falling rocks that it was us that bested them. We took off our masks as we stood next to the cliff, one slip and it would be a fall to remember, or not… embracing the ever rushing gusts of life, I looked at the misty world below. I saw a sea of blank white darkness, and above I saw the night. Night like it was never before. the pitch black emptiness of the worlds canvass was dotted and stroked with billions of flowers, flames and singing angels, all blushing as I smiled at them. I took in a thing breath of air. It was the best high a man could ask for.
Icarus, borne on technology, I felt like him. Through his pneumatic articulating wax and steel wings, he soared up into the vast yellow sky, yet through his hubris and the sun’s hot wrath; he tumbled down through his glass pride, and shattered it along with his body. Had I soared too high? Would I, like Icarus, fly too high and pay the price? My pride seared through my doubts as I edged ever closer to the brim of existence.
An explosive silence took the wheel of my mind as the steady blizzard barrage my body. My mind was different; it felt as if it had decided to stay home while my body went for a walk in the dark openness. My eyes were relieved of their burdens every time I blinked. This was something that I may have been the only one to have experienced. The feeling was indescribable, inexplicable. My shallow brown eyes bored a deep hole through this intoxicated realm and paved a way for me to snap back to reality.
“Oh, there goes gravity.” I thought, as a deafening shrill silence started to blur. My friends were pulling me back, screaming like madman. They decided to run, while I still in shock was trying to figure out what was happening. Then I saw it. Shining tiny missiles sprinted towards me. They were as calm as the surface of the ocean on a windless night. They came from all directions. I decided to surrender to their glorious radiance. The dust storm captured and charged itself with the moons divine light. The particles were revolving and noiselessly making their path towards the summit,
That was it. A storm of dust… We expect earthquakes that level kingdoms or tsunamis that engulf countries or eruptions and fissures that swallow planets to be the ones to best us. We don’t expect the soft sand on the beach that provides us warmth and comfort to be the one to be aggravated by thoughtless winds to be the ones to take us.
“Oh! Diamond dust, come closer and see you must.
Sweep me off this rock with tearing rage and shock.”
They say that time stops for no one. Maybe it does, but no one gets to live and tell the tale. It did for me, however. As the unstoppable force stopped, I could appreciate every single floating star. I looked at each and saw tiny markings and war paints, each unique and different from the other. The moons light jumping off of them started to blind me, just as time lost interest in me and let Nature’s soldiers tear through every particle and atom of body instantly, leaving behind a red rosy mist. The mist stayed suspended in the air for a while. Oh, the stories it had to tell. But nature stops for none.