The flip side of terror is reverence; if you’re not sufficiently reverent, you’re not sufficiently terrified, and vice versa. My appreciation for the current moment rose to such levels that it could almost be paralyzing. There was virtually no activity that couldn’t come grinding to a halt because I realized all over again how unlikely the whole thing was. Why wasn’t everyone crying all the time over this? I thought. Have you seen the trees—really seen them? Or the clouds? Or the way water droplets form digital patterns on the porch screen after it rains?
