The Death of the Sun
July 14th, 4033 I can see the stars today. Yesterday there was still enough gray left in the sky to cover them up. I should've stopped going outside a while ago, but I have to watch it. The slow decay. The descent into that endless inky black we've all been waiting for. All things considered, stepping outside today was almost nice. There was no wind, only that stale frozen air. It reminded me of sitting under a tree, reading a book while snow fell around the house I grew up in. I remember that day; snow was rare back then. I remember waking up to my mother telling me school had been canceled. The temperature was twelve degrees Fahrenheit and snow had begun to fall the previous night. My heart jolted and my first thought was to grab this wonderful book with this one really beautiful paragraph smack in the middle of a snowy January n...