When going back home from school he took the same usual road. He always used to go back home alone because he did not live at the center of the village like the rest of the children and his house was located at the back of a hill east of the village. His little trip back home took him thirty minutes but oh how much he loved that journey. He loved the road not because of where it ended, home, as he didn't feel special about where he stayed and to him it was just a place of rest and forgetness. But what flamed his passion returning home was that it coincided with him entering darkness. As he stepped towards home right before sunset, with each step he longed to stare at the sky. Animals he used to see at daytime would give their place to others ready to hide in the night. He, with his glowing eyes, would gaze at the sky, then he wasn't there. He was a galaxy of wonder. Earth was a window to a world which entwined all his, and his heart knew this wonder was the most beautiful feeling he ever had. Meteorites were his friends and would peep at him surprising him every time. His shoes were worn out, his clothes ragged, and his hair messy, but he had the world. All his world summed up in his juvenile heart. All he had was a feeling which moved him. All his world summarized in his way back home and tomorrow was another day. One day he will grow up but that kid will always be on his way back home. He goes into darkness, mysteries of the world in his heart.
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