A View from the Inside
The storm comes unexpectedly. Living in a quiet community where nothing ever happens, leaves you unprepared when the storm hits. Especially when it is as violent as this one is.
I am just sitting inside my home, admiring the picture-like scenery that appears through my window. The lush snow-capped mountains, the frozen pond not far off with all the children skating together with smiles on their faces. The toasty fire lit in our fireplace providing us with all the warmth we need. Feeling good that I am in a safe environment when the storm happens.
The ground begins to shake. Snow begins to fall; a whiteout situation. We can barely see anything. As time goes on the tremors subside, the snow continues to fall in swirls at first and then gently glides to the ground which is now snow-covered again. And it was over.
This is not the first time it has happened. But it is always the same. If I had known all this when I volunteered to be part of this biodome experiment, I would have refused. But I did volunteer and because of the contract that was signed, there is no way out of this situation without physically breaking the dome that was built to protect us and dissolving the contract that was signed.
At the time we all signed on for this experiment it was to protect our planet from all the failings that the people in charge made. They had ignored global warming and its consequences. We all thought we were doing the right thing to build these domes. But now I’m not sure. What have we learned?
On the bright side, we have survived for a long time. We are free to move around our enclosed environment provided we stay still when being observed by the scientists or whoever is in control of our domes is near. That prevents them from collecting any biased statistics when analyzing our environment. At least that is what they told us. But now I’m beginning to question that mandate. Without seeing us move or interacting with us, how do they really know what effect all this is having on us?
I said that the storm comes unexpectedly, but I have noticed that it always seems to occur when there is a shadow cast over the dome and an observer is near. Are they physically doing something to our domed environment to cause these tremors and snowfall?
Someday I hope to be free of this dome and able to walk along the paths of my youth unhindered, where the air is free and clear, not encased in a globe of liquid. That is my hope. But until then I remain here, watching the white covered landscapes and scenery around me, with its occasional snow squalls and tremors, which in their own way add to the visual beauty of our home.
Let others enjoy it from the outside; our tiny domed globe of snow.
