What if there were an apocalypse looming and the decision on which animals to save was all up to you? What if you only had time and space to save a few dozen species?
I admit, my first inclination would be a selfish one, to save dogs, horses, tigers, goats, wolves, whales, elephants, and wild birds because I enjoy them, plus cows and chickens because I like milk and eggs. But what about the survival of the planet and how animals would serve the new ecosystem? What justifies saving predators? Would we need to keep rodents and cockroaches around for some reason? Snakes? Spiders? Mosquitoes?
The highlight of my summer season so far has been the long twilight. The days might be feisty and unrelenting, but then twilight eases in, echoing with childhood summers in which dusk marked the coda to days of running, throwing balls, imagining, exploring woods, frolicking with neighborhood kids; high school beach bonfires, riding my bike home after solo expeditions with a stack of library books bungee-corded to the back. Twilight, when the world is at its sweetest and most dignified. Voices soften, buildings and trees stand taller, dreams begin to stir, and monsters remain in hiding.
This post is in response to today’s writing prompt: If it’s autumn or winter where you live, what are you most looking forward to doing next summer? If it’s spring or summer where you are, what has been the highlight of the season so far for you?