The Looming Giant

The camper is just waking up from an afternoon nap. As the evening recedes into night, a quiet swell enters the tent. It feels cozy, despite its large aperture to the outside world.

Emptying her flask, the comforting smell of coffee fills the tent. The familiarity brings comfort to the camper as she watches people gather. They are all here for the same reason; to see the looming giant for themselves. They do not know what the omen means other than they know it will bring change.

The looming giant is said to be a sign that the world is entering a new cycle; some say it can be seen every year, some every decade, some once a millennia. However, many do not believe in it’s existence at all.

The camper waits, watching the people move towards the horizon, a glow throbbing in the distance. The faint outline of the figure feels hopeful, but she will only know for sure on its arrival. She contemplates staying in her tent, as the thought of a definitive answer brings uncertainty and feels like the first step towards disappointment.

She enjoys the temporary certainty that hope is everywhere, and as the light lingers, she celebrates.