I am running down the stairs, quickly and excitedly,
We all want to see Jupiter. It just landed in the centre of the town square.
There it is, lying on the smoothly polished concrete surface, looking like a shiny marble I played with earlier today.
It exudes a natural confidence and displays total control that only the most powerful possess, no matter where life throws them.
A haughtiness of presidents prime ministers, kings and queens are strutting round it, bestowing homage upon the King of Kings.
Overcome with curiosity, I try to take a closer look but am pushed back by a cordon of security men, bodyguards and policemen who have surrounded the planet and are preventing anyone from approaching it.
Obviously one needed a special invitation to gaze at Jupiter and my name was not on the guest list.
As my view is blocked, I turn around in frustration and disgust and leave, feeling denigrated by this turn of events.
It is the dawn of a gorgeous autumn day. I am running down the stairs, quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me.
We all want to see Venus. She has just landed in the back yard.
There she is, lying on the ground, trampling the bed of roses.
A flock of cherubs with stubby wings flit around her, welcoming that from which all Love springs.
I approach with reproach, ardently wanting to know why my romantic endeavours were never blessed with her favours.
I peer hard, trying to see through her facade, striving to behold for the first time the secret concealed from all mortals, so that my name may shine out in glory for ages to come as the one who gazed at the true visage of love.
But her expression remains opaque, inscrutable, leaving me no closer to discovering the secret of amour.
Image: Bed of Roses Image Credit: Remembrance of Things Imperfect (Third Pebble from the Sun Variation on the Main Theme) Alicia Pacheco AKA Kuro