Children shouted as they ran through a grove of lilac trees. Petals showered their bodies and blanketed their cries.

Far above an old woman with silver hair unwrapped the bundles gently and their joy fell like the rain, so the whole world smelled of flowers.

When she let down her hair the real rain fell, curtains of gleaming water droplets. Hers was the water that set everything into motion.

Silver tendrils wove downwards through the grass and pulled on those spots deep within the earth that were just beginning to quiver.

She tugged and tugged until they shouted and ran up to chase birds and sleep in flower beds. She wrapped her hair around the youngest when the snow began to fall, and she whispered softly until spring returned.

“Someday you will all have worlds of your own, and millions of children will lay in your hair, as you lay in mine”

A speck winding between trees. She was small, and comfortable. The ground hummed slightly, vibrating with a keen energy that threatened to overwhelm the forest. All was smooth and safe until she felt it. The slight buzz that crept along the callouses of her feet. She felt it and she opened her arms to the sky and she whispered “come and get me” and the quiet words had more power than any of her screams ever had, because they buzzed like the ground below her. The air around her mouth squirmed and rippled and it all began.

They found a pocket of kind darkness on the side of the road and hammered in their flag. Rediscovery deserves documentation. For an hour, everything was new. He sat with his nose pressed against the window, she widened her eyes. Plasticity was charming, danger was gorgeous. Her hand rested upon the door handle, tranquil until he turned. Once again, his eyes filled her with such energy that she fumbled at the handle and flew out the door. He followed.

A boy sat huddled in the sky and whispered secrets that gave color to colorless things. He wove his life with moonlight and began to climb down the shifting web. Every day when the sun rose he spread out across the sky to keep from falling. The breath of billions held him.

It’s a long process, coming down from the sky.

A thousand years later he reached the earth. When he did, things were so different that he stayed in corners and listened to other people’s secrets. And when the sun set he wove them with moonlight so the secrets wouldn’t have to be alone.

She was pushing around a wheelbarrow when the fire started. The handle caught flame and tickled her fingertips, leaving a trail of smoke under the moonlight. A coyote prowled behind her. Her hair became red and her teeth leapt from her mouth like sparks when she finally laughed.

When she did, the sun rose, and the sun was her. Her laughter blew along the tumbleweed and certain overlarge hats.

When the end of the day placed her back home, she noticed a different way that certain people looked at her. A laughing, dancing, sparking way.

And that was how she knew that everyone will spend a day as the sun before they die.

They sat and picked thorns off a cactus. They whittled away at its edges with small knives. They held it up to the sun and whispered a few songs.

Some chickens eyed them suspiciously, but the people passed them by, forgetting to look. That made them smile.

Somewhere the wind started to blow.

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