a glance

We are all dying, I think to myself as I step outside into the sunlight. It's going to rain tomorrow and everyone knows it. It's going to rain tomorrow and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

There's some sort of buzzing silence surrounding me as I step forward onto the grass, each step making a small rustle. Everyone is so mortal, so painfully mortal, that it makes me smile. In two hundred years this grass will be long gone and so will I. Maybe the sapling in our front yard will live or maybe it will be blown away by the winds of uncertainty. It's sunny now but it won't be sunny forever.

If it rains, it rains. Scientists predict that tomorrow the world will still be spinning. Maybe if I run fast enough I can jump off this flat Earth and thrust my lifeless body into the freezing sun once and for all.

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