Freeeee Writing

Gliding, sliding, slowly rising. Heat beating on the solid ground. Pavement glazing with sparkles of sun. Rotation, taking turns. Night and day. Bright and gray. A segment of everything yet nothing. The meaning left alone, unknown. Rise and shine, just another day. Darkness arrives, letting stars make their way into the night as the sun shrinks and disappears from sight, finding foreign lands while other sleep on the clock’s second hand. The stars are here. Look up and see how they look so free, filled with glee, shimmering at thee. Yes, indeed. A place and a time for all things unexplained. Just another day, just another night.