Remembrance of Things Imperfect
BY BORIS GLIKMAN
It is the beginning of a warm summer night. I am running down the stairs, quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me. We all want to see the meteor that is plummeting through the black sky. But by the time we get outside air friction, like a carpet burn amplified to the nth degree, has consumed it. So, we turn around and go back home to bed.
Plummeting Through the Black Sky
Image Credit: Remembrance of Things Imperfect
(Third Pebble from the Sun Variation on the Main Theme) Alicia Pacheco AKA Kuro