I MET A MIND READER.

I have not seen the Sun in 7 days. I have seen Frankfurt, Oslo, Copenhagen, Reykjavík, Helsinki. 5 countries and 1 planet. Just Earth. No stars. Just clouds. And no Sun… Earth is bleaker in the dark. The gray hazy dark. The upside-down and sleepless dark. Not the romantic kind that fills the gaps in between city lights and candlelit dinners and moonlight bouncing o of crystal glasses lled with champagne, lipstick-stained. I sat on an old bus, packed in like crowded teeth in a young mouth, and I saw a little girl. She frowned at me. I began to panic. They say children can sense dread. This is the first child who hasn’t smiled when I cast a glance in thеir direction. Has my heart, once so full of lovе, nally drained itself like a yellow raisin? Will the children begin to notice? She looks at me quizzically and smiles. Kicks her feet and then shakes her head no. As if to answer my question. I met a mind reader. Aged 4 or 5. I have seen light burst forth from a magic eye. From a heart more wholesome than mine. Astronomic miracles, in an unfathomable form. But I still haven’t seen the Sun