Friday Free-write: Something to Come Home To.

Far far away under golden trees and auburn skies, there lived a small family.  They sang to the dawn each morning to tell it hello, we're glad to see you again.  The dawn was glad to see them too.  It never liked being far away but it only got to spend a small time with the family.  After dawn was day and dusk and night, and only then did dawn come around again just in time to hear singing as it came up over the horizon.  It wasn't much, but it made him soar.