A shower of golden light briefly illuminate the darkness.

Multicolored visual shrieks of joy.

They bob along the ocean in the faith that someday, the perfect wave will come along.

I wonder if they accept their existence without question or wonder about their brethren that fly above the clouds.

If the death of one begets the birth of something far more precious, then is that death worthwhile?

The hungry cells suck light eagerly from the sun.

What thoughts does he behold in the elapsing minutes of contemplation?

He sits in silence as the travails of the day slips from his shoulders.