The sun rose.
The sun zig-zagged across the sky.
Paul traced his finger on the air above him
tracing the sun’s unusual path.
Where his index fingertip brushed the sky
a dotted mapping line appeared.
The path hung suspended in the air.
At the proper angle it appeared to be a black line.
Paul postulated that dark matter
congregated on the far side of the sun
and shifted positions to create
this visible wobble.
The sunshine vibrated
the earth’s atmosphere upon entry.
In places the sunshine had gaps.
In others it was doubled up and twice as bright.
Paul noticed none of the birds
chose to fly in this unusual light.
The gaps in the light created a flicker.
Paul recognized silent movie cinema.
He chose to keep quiet to honor this effect.
He thought up a SciFi crime novel plot with perfect aliens.
Paul bumped his head on the tracing he had made.
He took his sleeve to palm and erased it from the sky.
The sun set.
It set seven minutes late.
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