Post by Kiwi on Jul 12, 2009 12:11:45 GMT -5
It was a warm Summer night. The man known as Kiwi was leaning over the edge of a very tall tower, gazing at the starlit sky above him. It was a beautiful thing, really. Millions upon millions of seemingly tiny bulbs of light, illuminating the night sky. He knew, of course, that these "tiny" bulbs of light were actually huge balls of fire millions of miles away from where he stood. The power of space was overwhelming to Kiwi, to the point of disbelief. Outside of our atmosphere, was a totally different, separate world, much of which is unknown to exist by mankind.
There really was no reason for Kiwi to be standing out here like this, besides the beautiful atmosphere, and the wonderous landscape that stood before him. The trees gently blowing in the suttle breeze lifting the leaves off of their wooden nests. Once again, he had no company to share this beautiful, maybe romantic, scenery, and night. This tower he was standing upon belonged to a school, so any possible company was most likely tucked away in their warm, comfortable beds.
Kiwi rarely slept anymore, except when he felt sick, or his body was demanding the strange comfort of near unconsciousness. Not that he was ever very busy, he just didn't find the need to sleep, when there was such a beautiful world outside, waiting to be discovered. Years ago, he would go exploring with his friends, staying out all night, discovering new things. Nowadays, things were much different. He had no friends, and he did not explore as much. The thrill of adventure had left this man's body, and it was unlikely that it would ever come back.
So now, as he stood, leaning over the edge of the old tower, he wondered. Would the Earth be so gloriously beautiful in years to come? All things change, but he was hoping, a feeble hope, alas, that Earth would withstand the test of time and retain it's natural beauty. Kiwi was proud of the land he stood on, and for it to lose its beauty would be a humongous loss to mankind. So there he was, hanging over the edge of a building, appreciating the natural wonder, glory, and beauty in front of him. Summer was a wonderful thing....
There really was no reason for Kiwi to be standing out here like this, besides the beautiful atmosphere, and the wonderous landscape that stood before him. The trees gently blowing in the suttle breeze lifting the leaves off of their wooden nests. Once again, he had no company to share this beautiful, maybe romantic, scenery, and night. This tower he was standing upon belonged to a school, so any possible company was most likely tucked away in their warm, comfortable beds.
Kiwi rarely slept anymore, except when he felt sick, or his body was demanding the strange comfort of near unconsciousness. Not that he was ever very busy, he just didn't find the need to sleep, when there was such a beautiful world outside, waiting to be discovered. Years ago, he would go exploring with his friends, staying out all night, discovering new things. Nowadays, things were much different. He had no friends, and he did not explore as much. The thrill of adventure had left this man's body, and it was unlikely that it would ever come back.
So now, as he stood, leaning over the edge of the old tower, he wondered. Would the Earth be so gloriously beautiful in years to come? All things change, but he was hoping, a feeble hope, alas, that Earth would withstand the test of time and retain it's natural beauty. Kiwi was proud of the land he stood on, and for it to lose its beauty would be a humongous loss to mankind. So there he was, hanging over the edge of a building, appreciating the natural wonder, glory, and beauty in front of him. Summer was a wonderful thing....