There’s silence on the dance floor made of ancient stars and impossible dark materials. Then, by design divine gravity pulls onto celestial objects, the ensuing resistance and surrender brings forth music. Sol reaches out with warm light, Earth turns, is divested of her night. Her blush becomes dawn. Around the heart of the great disc they waltz, an expression of love in life rendering radiation, exotic minerals and complaining carbon. Sometimes the celebration meanders down the neck of twilight to the wines and wanderers below.
The colours of the journey are mixed with the shades of missing Elise, some yesterdays end too soon. I have second thoughts of the trip. Through the overcast sky bursts pillars of light, a smirk sneaks into being below my eyes. Chella Chennai beckons. Cold wind and Christmas flood adrenaline into my veins, tea washes down the dilemma and I rush, favoured son to her awaiting embrace.