This is part of a series of vignettes by Jeffrey Derek Dosdall. It is based on real experiences.
It had been a tough day. I was a missionary in Buenos Aires, Argentina. My area was on the edge of Buenos Aires, where towns appear as islands in a sea of green grassland. I was sitting in a bus, returning to the apartment after a day of rejection in a distant, isolated town. Looking out the window.
The sun was falling towards the horizon. The green landscape was flat forever, bathed in golden light. It was November, and it had been a wet spring. Wide puddles of stagnant water, just a few inches deep, reflected the sun. Birds sprang up from the grass, black birds with fan tails and white wingtips.
The sun moved quickly. The bottom part of its disk fell under the horizon as I squinted at it. The clouds lit up as the rest of the sky darkened. Fire danced before my eyes, a foreshadowing of the oncoming summer.
It had been a tough day, but God was aware of me.
The earth is beautiful. Please, help us keep it that way.
Jeffrey Derek Dosdall is a junior at BYU Provo and a member of the BYU Earth Stewardship Club. He is majoring in biodiversity and conservation and minoring in music. He plays the trumpet and writes science fiction/fantasy novels. He is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
