Give And Take

The sun and the moon were like two kids at opposite ends of a seesaw. And I, in the bus on the road between the end of the village and the beginning of the ranches, the fulcrum. I looked up to my right at the cool, serene face flying high. Down to my left the fiery red cheeks of the sun showed frustration at the realization all children have: that both ends of a seesaw can never be sky-high at the same time.