Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day.
But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.
– Ptolemy, c.150 AD
Illustration Friday
Secret
Shiny
Faded
“Nine o clock… Dad comes home today!”
As he waited, he listened to the sound of thunder and watched as the raindrops landed and then joined together in a trail that raced to the bottom of the window pane. A year is a long time to wait!
All fear faded away when he saw his Dad, dressed in army green, spotted with the weather, open the front gate and smile as he ascended the stairs.