When the sun goes up and the first light appears on the face of our planet all ancient night fears start melting with the sensation of a brand new world appearing in form of light, colour and shape. Just for a moment. The next moment all is changed despite our wish to see the constant pictures. Next moment next world. Slightly similar to what we just saw. Less similar to what we saw a day ago, two days. Twenty years. It all flows till the explosion of the sun. Just before the sunset. Before the death of the day. Death of the world. Death in our perception. The born of this old feeling. Old and strong. It's fear. Its uncertainty that the next day will arise. The night is always long. The fire is just for a second. For a few more moments gives us the light and power of the Sun. And then the night takes over. Fear is just all around. Small sounds make huge resonance. Your brain works hard to imagine all sources of death. Not of the world, just yours. You stay at the same place. And the flow is moving all you see around. Clock hands flow around the circle. Synthetic circle. Moon goes around the natural circle. And fear goes back. Flow takes over. You just submerged in the flow. And you see that sky becomes not so black. As it just was. Its the hope. The hope of a new world to come. It goes faster and faster. And ancient night feeling starts melting. And a brand new world appears. Again. One more time. Brand. New. World.