Random Friday Writing

The orange sun was a slowly slithering snake, going under the horizon while the snow shone as bright as a spotlight. A boy skipped across the glittering ground and went under the tree. He was about as tall as the leave-less trees above him. He wished that the sun could stay up forever, so he could stay out as much as he liked. But Peter knew that his Dad would ground him if he did. He watched the lone leaf skittering across the ground away from its family. He wished he as free as the leaf.