Our leave shall never be forgotten, but knowing that by the end of it all, the wind was still blowing as strong as it always had been, allows us a small degree of forgiveness.

The clouds were gone, the birds had left, the planes had crossed the moons, and the slowly advancing sunlight still pushed the darkness back towards the stars.

The turbines, long forgotten by our dying sons and rebellious slaves, spun blissfully even as their wires rusted in the rain, and twisted slowly while the sun set the air that they caressed on fire, burning first their propellers and then melting their poles until they were nothing more than puddles stroking the liquefying ground.