Through The Motions
The world turns on each living soul; the day unfolds a billion different ways, yet remains one and the same for all.
Last night Natalie threw a party for her twenty-second birthday, although it's not actually her birthday until next week. I guess she just couldn't wait. Friday morning looking for a present, the worst kind of shopping. I found this little, green, furry, mini beanbag that was kind of cute. She seems to like that sort of stuff.
Amidst one revolution so long ago, a random day in three hundred and sixty-five, forever significant each trip around the sun.
Seventeen million share that significance.