charlotte, she saw things in a different light. the light of distant planets from far off solar systems with suns that shine brighter than our own.
When he finally regained his sight, he could clearly see what shone down from above. Clearly, it was not the sun. Munro had an inkling thought that this might’ve been the case but he didn’t want it to be true. But alas, there shining above young Munro, was the spirit of John Oppenheimer.
You looked out the window, into the horizon, into the half-visible sun sinking into the edge of the earth when we arrived at a stoplight.
Let's say, for a moment, that you are being held in the hand of some giant beast. Although the beast's hand is soft and comfortable, you're feeling anything but. This isn't King Kong. In fact, you have no idea who the beast is. All you know is that you're small enough to be held in the beast's hand and that's exactly what's going on at this precise moment. So let's imagine that.
The shapes jot out at sharp angles, holding their milky clear, glasslike form for all eternity, never budging.