Spin us harder, Earth.

20 hours, 21 minutes.

The world never truly changes, but you hold on to the small things. 

You watch from your balcony all the illegal fireworks bursting across the neighbourhood.
For once, everyone is cheering.
Your heart skips a bit, as the sparks rupture the sky before they turn into ashes.

This beautiful hellscape went through another round.

You made it this far somehow.