like the legendary Greek figure of old, I flew too close to the sun. I haven't died, but I was severely burned. I fell back to earth, and never flew again. I fell somewhere near the poles, and whether arctic or antarctic the cold chilled my heart so that it would never beat again.
Except for today, when the sun made it's regularly scheduled visit to the region. Today after it's cryo-genic pause, if anyone is listening they would have heard a single noise coming from my chest:
thump-thump.
That is all. Back to frozen slumber I return. I know now, you see. the sun is off limits. I'll not chase it again.
