Dinosaurs are something that makes me happy. Imagining how they lived, what they did in their wholly unfamiliar world to the one I live in-gives me a feeling similar to vaporwave feels. Sometimes I am humbled by catching a salamander and watching, eyes wide, as its skin glistens in the light in my reverently cupped hands the same way some ancient amphibian must have glistened on the dawn of vertebrate life on land as they left those primordial waters. What unknown sunrise, what glorious sky-looked down upon the earth before we had eyes and ears to know it. Birdlike songs before birds, giant insects that feasted on conifer and fern, towering mushrooms larger and more grand than anything we know today-even the warm, thriving oceans full of the fluted, beautiful shells of living brachiopods filtering the water for their living-fill me with a nostalgic kind of wonder. It brings me the light of that unknown sun, the one I still languish under.

Perhaps, a thousand-even a million years from now, someone or something will think with a smile or what passes for it about how we lived how I lived, my small world and my cloudy sky in which I laid in the grass and watched the creeping storms sweep like ocean waves in bands of white and gold-burnished by the setting sun. Will they know I too, chased flying insects with hands open and eyes bright? Will the world repeat itself? An ancient ancestor of lacewings had eyespots on its wings, not unlike the butterflies that alight upon the flowers in my garden. I wonder who chased them.
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