December 3 – Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).
This is Thunder Hole in Arcadia National Park. During hurricane season, the ocean swells roar into this underground cave causing deafening blasts that conjure up images of an angry Zeus smiting the mortals below. It is difficult to pinpoint the exact moment when I felt most alive this year, but I do recall feeling acutely aware of myself standing behind the railing at Thunder Hole – realizing that one unfortunate move in any direction would most certainly mean my demise. The wind brought bursts of fresh sea air from beyond the coast that mingled with the dank odor of seaweed left to rot in the sun and the warm, just-baked scent of the craggy rocks. As it was August and hurricane season had not yet peaked, Thunder Hole resonated with low, continuous, angry rumble rather than the crackling, striking claps one hears during a summer storm. No matter, though, for every sense feels assaulted at the water’s edge as flecks of foam collect on sandals and eyebrows and cameras. If god/the universe created this wonder, then isn’t it conceivable that some just as amazing was created within me, too? When I think about that, I feel most alive – like all of the inertia I have stored is moving towards usable kinetic energy, readying itself to burst forth when the season is right.