In early July Earth reaches Aphelion, the farthest point in its orbit from the sun.
Your prompt is APHELION.
Fingers reach for light
A pinpoint fading to black
It’s cold, way out here
It’s lonely way out here.
In early July Earth reaches Aphelion, the farthest point in its orbit from the sun.
Your prompt is APHELION.
Fingers reach for light
A pinpoint fading to black
It’s cold, way out here
It’s lonely way out here.
She drifts out, so far
As she can go. He watches,
Sure she'll be drawn back.
Is it natural
To be so distant just when
You’d promised me warmth?