He hustled down the park’s side, shivering as the wind swept misty spray onto his body. It was a murky day, and the sea approved by continuing to paint the gray started by the sky. He needed to hurry home before the clouds cracked and he’d be drenched in rain. After turning on the sidewalk, he saw it.
The figure glided to him, lighting the air around it. Warmth trickled through his body, and a grin unfurled on his face. His fingers stretched out and brushed it, stroking the figure. It wavered, then slowly enveloped him. And he plunged into it, drowning. It filled his mind, his body, his life. He turned his eyes on to the figure, the secret, and lost the world. For his new world, was it.
Will our hero ever break free from the secret that binds him? Will America step out of the shadow? Will we, the people, turn our gaze up to the heavens?