It’s amazing, the things that can happen in a second. In one second a bee can flap its wings 200 times, a human can blink their eyes seven, and a sloth can lift its finger 0. In one second 2-4 children are born on some corner of the earth, and 1-2 people will die. In one second light will cover galaxies, traveling 186,000 miles. In one second somewhere on earth 40 lightning bolts will hit the ground, 80, 120, 160. In one second somewhere in the universe 30 super novae happen, and approximately 4000 new stars are born. In this very second somewhere in the world, right now, the sun is setting in one town, and people are going to sleep, into their dreams, escaping from reality. However, at this particular second the sun is also rising somewhere, in some town, in someplace out there on planet earth. People are rising reluctantly out of their warm beds, waking from their own dreams, and probably wishing they were some place in the world where the sun was setting and they could just go back to bed.
It just so happens that at this very moment the sun is just about to rise in a small town in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts on no-man’s land. And in this small, little village an even smaller, littler girl races along slippery roof tops eager to watch the sky light up. The town is just starting to wake and she listens as she runs. She likes this silent noise when the world is just starting to wake up. It is the noise in between the might of last night’s rain storm and the busy bustling of the morning in the town. The morning birds are just starting to whisper to each other and she can hear the wind whistle through the bare trees. Her feet slap softly at the wet roof tops, the buildings are so close that it is easy to leap from one to another. They almost looked huddled together, she thinks, warming each other from the night’s cold rain storm.
The girl races on top of the roof tops scanning the area for one in particular that juts out from the rest. There, she sees, the clock tower in the middle of town. It will be harder to get on to that one, maybe she should have stayed on the ground. No, that would have been boring, and then she might miss it all together. She races on toward the roof top closest to the clock tower, and checks the horizon. Not too late yet.
Wind-blown, she reaches the roof top and looks for a way over. The tower is taller than the roof she is on. Torn, she realizes that she can’t make it to the top in time. Sighing, she sits down with her legs hanging over the edge of the building, the soft...