The light was failing. And it grew cold, so cold. Hoarfrost crackled on dying limbs.
“How can this be? How can the sun abandon us?” Frank was shocked by how reedy and tremulous his voice sounded.
His granddaughter put a hand over his. “It’s just the way of the universe. Everything has its season, comes into existence, lives and dies. As with people, so is with stars.”
“Great,” Frank muttered. “Philosophy.”
She was wise enough to remain silent, knowing she could say nothing. When a grandparent dies, she knew, a world dies with them.