First, a crackle. It emerges from the center of a calm ocean. The impulse swims to the surface, pushing all the water from its path.
Then, a pop. From an ocean which now roils, the impulse springs into flight. The heavens reach down as the clouds behold the spectacle.
Finally, a boom. The heavens contract to halt the impulse, but the impulse soars through the miasma. Unhindered, unseen, unstoppable.
Published by unholyephraim
I am a nerd, a writer, a scientist (and a nascent public health professional), a gourmand, and a polyglot with an insatiable hunger for knowledge and an enthusiastic willingness to share that knowledge with others.
I have a Bachelor of Science in Biology with minors in Mathematics and Chemistry, and I recently acquired a Master of Science in Public Health with a concentration in Global Health.
View all posts by unholyephraim