Nothing… a burst of matter… expansion… form… planets… growth… billions of years of marvellous creation. We sit seemingly alone in the vastness of space. I marvel at what we are yet to discover in the universe.
Alarm, the clock beckons me to rise. The first touch of warming sunlight caresses my face, my thoughts soon lost to reality.
A new day begins. The sound of giggling children echoes through the house. The world awakes to their joy.
Laughter… rush… excitement… the children ready for a picnic on a summer’s day. Play… fun… cuddles… hugs. Heat, the warmth of family love.
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Delft
July 14, 2013 at 17:53
An interesting piece. I like the “seemingly alone in the vastness of space”.
My impression is that there are two stories here. One “Heat” (first and last paragraph) and one is “First Light” (first three paragraphs), each expressing two examples of their subject. Maybe separate and round each out with a third example?
Ross Mannell
July 14, 2013 at 19:29
Thanks for the comment.
Yes, there is a touch of two stories. The first is more a dreaming state disturbed by an alarm clock, morning light and the sounhd of children. Heat was more like a metaphor for the warmth we feel when loved. 🙂