Metaphor for 5/14/2013

There is something that warms the sky called sun, but she is not shining there.  They say she is getting stronger, but I think she has gotten shy, since she only peeps out now and again and let winter slumber on her beds undaunted with only an occasional tantrum.  Today, the clouds thrive white and fluffy without her despite rumors of their disappearance while trails are spotted now and again as if markings left by an alien ship in some people’s minds.  What if the sun cooled?  What if the sun cooled…..cooled at its core, as if some black hole of space came through at its center…..a worm hole from another time intersecting and changing everything.  Be careful when you say anything is possible. ©Roseroberta

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