Una Historia de la Vida
In a moonless night at the foot of a cave sat a man gazing at the stars and contemplating their
purpose. “Why are they up there? How did I end up here? As the man gazed at that dark sky
overlooking a valley surrounded by the shadows of peeked mountains, In the distant silence of
the night he heard the cries of a child. His heart started pounding inside his chest as he raced
down from the cave in which he would stand guard every night as he overlooked the camp
down in the valley where his people slept. He began to feel an eeriness as he ran through the
rocky terrain and then down into the tall grass, his senses kicked in as he approached the fickle
light of a small fire inside the hut where the cries were coming from, he sensed something was
watching his every move. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck and the palm of his
hands felt sweaty, his mind began to race “should I stop and turn to face the creatures of the
night or do I keep running to the safety in numbers of the camp?”. As his mind continued to
race through the many thoughts he all of a sudden found himself in front of the hut. Sweating
and gasping for air he turned only to see the glow of many eyes that reflected from the light
coming out of the hut into the pitch darkness of the night. Too far to make out what they were,
but too close to keep any man’s adrenaline from taking over.