The dying embers of the fire glow under the ministrations of a gentle wind, a thousand splendid suns shining in the darkness.
Does each one contain a whirling, swirling soup of life – pain, laughter, pizza, elephants, wars fought for the possession of rocks and trees? Are there inhabitants coming together, drifting apart, creating their own glow within the cold empty space of their universes?
What dreams? What fears? What passions ignite at the touch of moving air? What hopes turn to ash as the embers burn themselves out?
I choose another log and place it in the center of those universes, renewing the cycle.
*6/3/17 RRWG Speed Writing – from the prompt “A Thousand Splendid Suns”