Little Men, By OM
Published by Matthew S. Lewis at Smashword
Copyright 2013 Matthew Lewis
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The sun was especially brilliant and the skyline exquisite, the establishment of daybreak bounding off rooftops and accenting armadas of trees. Birds could be heard for miles, chirping freely in their sing-song manner, dew spiderwebbing buildings and swallowing vast oceans of grass, the filament of the morning alit.
Clocks started buzzing as a once-paused axis began turning, the world slowly building up momentum. People rose and people dressed, some finding their ways to tables saturated in cereal and conversation, surrounded by loved ones as they prepared for the day's maiden voyage. Others found themselves soaking up the radiance alone, coffees poured and papers unfurling, a new day's happenstance dawning.
At the house on Seventh Street, beyond the edge of Pine, the most gorgeous light display imaginable still peeked around the corner, looking for anyone still interested in plastic reindeer and ten thousand watt Santas, many feeling privileged to see them at night but forgetting it as the morning dawned. So many going out of their way to observe the spectacle, possibly embracing loved ones while watching the lights dance to Beethoven, coming down with a touch of the Christmas spirit, content in the feeling that there truly are brighter tomorrows out there.