Yellow circles of sunshine in ever expanding spheres of radiating light.
Pulsing, pulsing, widening, casting shadows of brightness, illuminations of dark.
Covering everything I can see in intense splashes of energy that fade and dissipate when I look directly at them but bounce back immediately the second I look away.
So I look away.
Impermanence.
The ticking of the clock as the days turn to night and the nights turn to day.
Summer and winter cease to exist as time runs together, edges touching, moving away, creating more space, never quite ending, always beginning.
Can I ever see all points of a circle at once? Probably not. I don’t try. It’s better this way.
At any given time, the sun is shining somewhere. Soft yellow circles in ever expanding spheres.
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