• He sighed and breathed in the coming summer air. His nose was sprinkled with sunlight, his eyes dashed with amusement. He sat there, observing the world, questioning it's choices, and sometimes, rarely, offering suggestions. Where ever he looked, the light followed and focused on, sunbeam by sunbeam moving towards the fixtures of his choice.
    He would laugh, he would cry, he could do anything he wished; the world would laugh and cry with him. Any boy or girl in the town could run up to him, and leave with the brightest mind and biggest smile compared with anyone else.
    When he died, the world died with him.