The blazing sun races across the open sky. Each dew scented pre-dawn Helios puts on his illuminating crown and grabs the reins of his chariot. With his passage he lights the world on fire and the gods and the birds watch man, so much like ants, crawl around listlessly in their desperate search for love. Helios returns to his castle in the sky each night, so sad that so high in the sky he is not free of a craving human likeness.
Gregg,
I really enjoyed this piece. I think you did a good job of creating a sense of longing in just a few sentences.